my friend, regan, wrote this
for her church newsletter
in her hometown in alabama.
i’m so proud of her.
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Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you,
and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
At Christmastime, I tend to embrace the joys of tradition,
such as decorating my home, shopping for presents, and
helping my Grandmother prepare our annual Christmas feast.
Although I love these rituals, at times I exhaust myself
obsessing over the details. By claiming my attention and time,
these traditions can become an escape from the burden
of loss that I often feel during this season. However,
when I take a moment each day to ask the Lord to prepare my heart
for the true weight of the gift He has given me, I realize
that He has already filled my heart with joy in place of the loss—for this
baby we celebrate at Christmas has taken my sorrows upon Himself.
Christ came not to be served, but to serve, and to conquer death
so that I only experience the shadow of death, the shadow of loss.
The traditions of Christmas are comforting and meaningful,
and I look forward to them each year, but they cannot sustain me
during this busy season. So I reflect on the beautiful gift
of God’s son and respond with joyful thanks.
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