From Long Ago

This is such a busy time of year. Shopping, wrapping, planning menus, and the “Oh, no, I forgot’s” … come to mind. Honestly, I need to force myself to pause and take a moment to reflect on Christmases from long ago.

 

When  I was young

It’s hard for my kids to realize I was a child once. Do youngsters turn their heads when you tell them you weren’t always who you are now? Often, they cannot comprehend my life as anything other than that of a mother or grandma.

But I saw magic during Christmases of long ago.

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What I Saw Long Ago

While Christmas lights still shine brightly these days, there’s something about those old lights. Their magical glow has yet to be matched. And the heat that those bulbs threw off! (Did you ever burn yourself on one of the big lights?)

But that magical glow couldn’t match the feelings in the air when I walked down the main street of my small northwest Ohio town. Songs crackled through store speakers. Folks laughed as they greeted one another. And if we were lucky, snow scrunched underfoot.

 

Were We Different Long Ago?

Is it the memory of a child, or were we different back then? People stopped what they were doing to celebrate Jesus. Even those who didn’t routinely go to church entered the doors of their local place of worship to honor the Baby King. Work was put on hold. Families came together to eat, laugh, and tell stories.

I Choose

I choose to take from the past that makes my present better. Laughter’s good. Spending time with family is good, too. There may be hurts that need to be addressed, but what better time to do so than while celebrating alongside one another?

From our house to yours, may you
have a blessed and merry Christmas!

What say you?

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  1. Tammy Whitehurst says:

    I love how you write! I could feel the snow scrunching under feet and the hot lightbulb. I could hear the songs crackling through the speakers. Thank you for being a wonderful writer who writes for God’s glory!

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