This year it won’t be for a white Christmas, or for stockings hung by the chimney with care. It won’t be that our day will be merry and bright. It won’t even be for the sounds of laughter to fill the air, as lovely as that may be.
Because when we are honest with ourselves, these things won’t make us any happier. We are, each of us, imperfect and broken.
There is hurt in the world, and it doesn’t take a break at Christmas. In fact, this season seems to amplify a lot of the burdens we each carry. So, what I wish for this Christmas is…
That a gentle word will subdue a conversation filled with anger.
That a lonely person would find a friend.
That joy and peace would fill our hearts.
That showing grace would rule over judging others.
That a hug would still an anxious heart.
That the meaning of Christmas would be celebrated.
That the hurt and resentment of the past year would be mended.
That a broken heart would be comforted.
That love would conquer fear.
If this resonates with you, it is my wish that you would make the effort (as I hope to) to initiate these things with family, friends, and even complete strangers this Christmas season.
Blessings to you all, and Merry Christmas!
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