What is it about the holidays that makes us want to make it perfect for those we love. Could it be that I watched one too many Hallmark movies, looked into too many snow globes, or dreamed of too many holiday dreams? Sometimes I forget to remember that it is the Charlie Brown trees and the warts that need to happen so God can wrought his Christmas miracles. I want the glitter, I want the fulfillment of wishes and distinct answers to prayers, but sometimes the sadness of an event, a job, a loss, or something you just can’t put your finger on can weigh on that holiday cheer.
Today, two things happened that have restored my faith in mankind and brings me to my knees. A young woman was very sad and another person said just the right words and took the time to make her feel wanted and needed and special. Then someone that has been sick had a turn around and that brought a smile to my face and a lift to my heart. God’s promises come, just in His own time. In my Bible study this morning, I was reminded that God’s time is not my time and that if we don’t know sadness, we can’t know joy.
No, Christmas won’t be perfect, it won’t be the Hallmark story I watched this afternoon with everything wrapped up with a bow and everything solved, but I must admit, a lot of things are never as bad as we think and the solutions that come about sometimes are better than we ever could have imagined.