The rain becomes heavier. And most of the time I can see and smell the wet soil that I love so much.
Yes, it's December again- one of the months that I always look forward to.
Last year I was still in
This year, I thank God for December again.
Thank God for everything!
As much as I want to enjoy all the things in front of me, deep down in my heart I keep reminding myself to remember Christ as the centre of Christmas celebration. Of course it's kind of hard, not to get distracted during the festive season, but I try my best to wait on the Lord. Preparing my heart to welcome Him is the most valuable and important thing to do in this Advent seasons. Not only the Christmas Carols, not only preparing Christmas programs, not only preparing Christmas gifts for the loved ones…
If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime: but do not show love to my family, I'm just another cook.
If I work at a soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home, and give all that I have to charity; but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir's cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.
Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the spouse.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
Love does not envy another's home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.
Love does not yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way.
Love does not give only to those who are able to give in return; but rejoices in giving to those who cannot.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things.
Love never fails.
Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust; but giving the gift of love will endure.
~ written by Sharon Jaynes