As I was wrapping presents this week I pulled out a gift bag with Truman’s name on it. I don’t remember what once filled that bag, but I sure do miss the little hands which pulled the hidden surprise inside of it out just 2 Christmas’ ago. It still does not seem possible to breathe much less smile with such a huge part of our family missing, but life is full of deep wounds and great joy all mixed together.
Throughout the years Christmas has always been a big deal and I admit I have over boughten for all the kids. This year however, I put a lot of effort into keeping our focus on Christ. We still play Santa and that creepy little elf made his mischief all over our house, but our joy was in the true gift of Jesus’ birth. I sit looking at our orange Christ-mas tree pointing straight to Heaven. A tree which really represents a cross – the cross that later held that sweet baby who laid in a manger – the baby Jesus who came to bring hope for all the broken hearts. The Jesus who reminds my broken heart that although the bag appears empty it is truly full of hope.
We all have broken hearts, emptiness, missing links in our lives…. the father of lies wants to deceive us into believing the bag is empty – blessed, I urge you to look deeper, the gift is the unseen HOPE.
Don’t forget to unwrap your hope gift