As I sit here tonight in front of a roaring fire on the hearth, I can almost smell the holidays around the corner.
With Thanksgiving being fewer than two weeks away, I am reflecting on all that I have to be thankful for. And I am on the verge of tears. The amount of thankfulness to The Lord that I have in my heart is almost burdening, because how could I ever thank Him enough?
How could I ever express how thankful I am for His interruption of my plans?
How could I ever put to words how grateful I am that He has altered the course of my life?
How could I ever verbalized my gratitude toward the One who has shown me who I really am–that I am His above everything else?
I don’t think this holiday season is going to be anything like the ones I’ve enjoyed in the past.
Will it be full of joy? I hope so!
Will it be filled with love and family gatherings? Certainly!
But will I let it pass by without truly, honestly, thankfully reflecting on what it really meant that a Savior was born that day in Bethlehem? Not a chance.
He was sent. To be born. Of a virgin. To live a sinless life. To die a brutal death. In my place.
How can I not be *beautifully* overwhelmed with thankfulness?