The birth of Jesus

I don’t know about you, but the closer I get to Christmas, the more I think of all those projects I wanted to complete but didn’t.

I love all those Pinterest DIYs that beckon me and awaken my creative juices. Making presents for the people in my life is one of the highlights of Christmas for me. This year, it was flannel plaid infinity scarves for the women. It was jute-wrapped bottles with the word “love” spelled out in separate letters on each bottle. It was adorable “HO, HO, HO,” wall: ” thingees” I made for friends.

I don’t know how everyone is finding time to post Christmas tours of their homes. I have to say mine is beautifully decorated. It’s an old, old house, so it lends itself to Christmas anyway. In fact, it was during the Holidays that we decided to buy it. But whether you ever see the pictures is in question at the moment. But I certainly enjoy those pictures that others have posted. It makes me feel I know them.

I’m winding down now knowing that many of the things I wanted to do aren’t going to get accomplished. But I’m OK with that.

Mary and Joseph were only thinking of one thing, the birth of their Son. That’s what I’m concentrating on today. How the birth of Jesus is meant to impact my life and how I relate to others.

Does Christ make a difference in my life or not?

So today I take time from a very busy day and reflect on a birth I don’t understand. I mean, seriously, a virgin birth? And yet I believe. And what amazes me at this very moment, even as I write, is that if I can believe something as “out-of-box” as a virgin birth, why do I question God in other areas?

Why do I ever question He hears AND answers my prayers? Why do I ever question He can perform miracles? Honestly, until I started writing today, I never made that connection. What an unexpected gift of insight I’ve just been given.

Some will scoff at my beliefs. It doesn’t matter. Belief and faith are intensely private and personal. Besides, everyone operates from a belief in something. Everyone.