I love saying Merry Christmas, and when I am out and about enjoying the hustle and bustle of the holidays – I love when someone says it to me. It’s an instant connection. It’s an instant reminder of everything that is good in this world. It literally makes me feel like my whole heart is bursting, and I don’t care at all if that sounds cheesy.
It truly is the most wonderful time of the year.
Covid has changed things up these past few months – no doubt. I won’t argue that fact, but I will hold onto the promise that some things will never change.
Like saying Merry Christmas.
Like singing Christmas Carols.
Like celebrating Christ’s birthday.
There’s not a mask, election, virus, or pandemic that can take away that beautiful, holy night that my God sent His son to save a wretched sinner like myself – and that’s the truth.
So, when I say Merry Christmas – when I hear Merry Christmas – I am instantly reminded of that sweet, baby in a manger. The meaning behind those two small words will never ever change.
You see the seemingly small things are inevitably the big things.
Merry Christmas my sweet, sweet friends.
“6 For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6