Thursday, December 24, 2009
It's hard to be as "bah-humbug" as I've been feeling lately when I remember the true reason we celebrate this day. How devastatingly hopeless my life would be right now if God had not sent Christ to earth on this special night so many years ago. In the form of a tiny, prefect baby, Jesus took his place here on earth with his only purpose being to die for our sins and the sins of our children. I truly am thankful for this day. Without this particular event taking place, I wouldn't be able to say my son is in heaven celebrating Christmas with Christ himself!
As I sit here and think about what God really did when he sent Jesus, his only son, here... knowing the persecution, pain, and heartache his son would endure... to know how ungrateful and undeserving we really are... I utterly boggles my mind. After going through the loss of a child, I can't image what it would be like to allow my child to walk a path that would certainly lead them to a horrible and slow death. I'm sorry, but in my imperfect humanity, I could never sacrifice my child...no matter how many other people it would save. I'm just not that strong of a person. Losing Wyatt has really put what God did for us into perspective...
As I sit here and think about what God did for me, for my son, on this magical night... I can truly be thankful that we are able to celebrate this day. Merry Christmas everyone. Let's celebrate and spread the word of the day heaven sent hope to our undeserving world.