Christmas hope enters my home in dusty plastic bins pulled down from attic rafters. I reach for it each year, wishing a broken world to be perfect, if only for a day.
Christmas past greets me when I lift the lid. Homemade ornaments of popsicle sticks and pinecones wait to be hung on the tree. I sigh. The little hands that once made them now wear wedding rings. But one by one, I gently honor the memories and whisper, “Thank You, Lord, for what was.”
Christmas present calls to me and hands me another ornament. “Here, Grandma,” she says. I smile, grateful for what I’ve been given and whisper, “Thank You, Lord, for what is.”
But without warning, hands fumble, fragile shatters, and a cry goes up from my lips. “Oh no!” An irreplaceable heirloom breaks into a thousand pieces on the floor.
Can hope be gathered again?
Then, I remember the wonder of Christmas and look up to the top of the tree where a star points to God’s promise.
Even in a broken world where hearts crush, tears fall, children leave, and loved ones are laid to rest under snowy cemetery boughs, Christmas still comes to us and whispers, “Carry on.” Because Jesus the Babe in a manger is now King on the throne, we can say, “Thank You, Lord, for what was, what is, and what will one day be.”
Christmas on earth is a mere glimpse of the glory that awaits us in Heaven. There will be a day when all will be made right.
Merry Christmas, dear child of God. May you hang your broken dreams and shattered hearts on His promises today.
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love Him” (1 Corinthians 2:9, NLT).