“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you.” (Isaiah 43:2)
I mustered up the energy to decorate a tree in our home. I hung up the stockings, and decorated the house. I played Christmas music, and had refreshments and despite all of my efforts I could not find that spark of holiday excitement that year after year I find myself searching for, longing for.
I know that superficial traditions are not a substitute for the “Spiritual Renewal” that we can experience from celebrating the birthday of our personal Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, yet there I was trying to grasp hold to a little joy and glee, pretending all the while for the sake of my family to be happy and content.
Inside my heart felt heavy and my mood was dark and cold. Sickness and pain had taken it’s toil. Why do I allow the pain to be my main focus? Why does the scars from the wounds in my life cloud my mind from seeing hope. In the mist of all the people who are around me, I can still find myself feeling so very alone.
Isaiah 43:1-2 says, “Fear not, for I have redeemed you, I have summoned you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you, and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned, for the flames will not set you ablaze.”
There it is! My thread of hope and reason for joy. I am not alone. No matter what I am facing today, I have a promise of security from a loving and caring God who wants me to grow and endure, as I pass through this trial.
When you feel alone and burdened this holiday season, remember that the birthday we celebrate is that of a Lord who loved us so much that He gave His life for us. WOW . . . WHAT LOVE . . . We can grasp true “JOY” from a “Savior” who is with us wherever we may tread.
Prayer: Dear Lord, we reach out for that thread of hope today! Let us feel Your presence so that we are not feeling alone. Help us to endure through our trials and help us to escape the fires, and Lord help us to find the joy in celebration, as Jesus is our King! Amen.
About the author:
Deborah Farmer, a part-time writer and small business owner lives in Bunn, NC half of the year (the mountains in the other half) with her family and suffers from several illnesses including Fibromyalgia.