As Christmas Eve comes to a close, my teenage children are in their beds, and my husband is fast asleep. The house is quiet, and there is no other place on the planet I would rather be.
This past year has been one of the hardest I've ever experienced in my life. And with the news I received today from my folks, next year might be even harder. I've been saying for weeks now, that I can't wait for this year to be over...and I know first hand there are others who feel exactly the same.
But the thing is...no matter how hard this year has been or next year might be or even ten years from now may be...I have hope. I have joy. I have peace.
A hope that is eternal. A joy that is endless. A peace that is everlasting.
"How can you have these things in the midst of all this world throws at you? All the pain, hatred, turmoil, depression, trouble, death?"
Because 2000 years ago, my King was born. My Savior. My Lord. Jesus Christ, born in a stable, laid in a manger, worshipped by shepherds and wisemen...this same Jesus is my hope, my joy, my peace. And He can be yours too. What better gift to receive at Christmas is there than the gift of eternal life?