Dear Readers,
For the first time, my son is living, full-time, on his own, away from me, in a town 45 miles away. This is as it should be, but as I decorate the Christmas tree with ornaments we collected over each year of his life, I am struck with how quickly the time has passed and by how I am moved as I place each ornament on the tree and remember that year of his life. I love this young man--just as much as I loved the baby, the little boy, the big boy and the high school kid. But what I am most proud of is that we did it together. I recognized, probably because he was my only one, that I should stop and appreciate each moment and thank God for them. As you go about your holiday preparations, please remember to take the time to enjoy the gift of your children and family. Perhaps that's why this story touched me so...
During the busyness of this holiday season, my one year old daughter caught a cold that wouldn’t seem to let go of her. She had it especially rough at night when she had coughing fits. Being a first time, nervous mom, I brought her to bed with me after a particularly bad cough.
As we were drifting to sleep, she wiggled around and her hand fell across my face, brushed my cheek and rested there. I felt as if an electric current was running through my body. Simultaneously, a picture came to mind of a most beautifully wrapped gift — gold foil with delightful maroon ribbons. I realized that God had just sent a wonderful message and gift to me about the things I should be focusing on this Christmas.
Amidst all the buying, decorating, and entertaining, I was shown through the simple touch of my child the most precious gift of all.
My baby’s touch, this year in 1998, must not be so unlike the touch of another precious child 2000 years ago.
Did his mother feel the same way when his hand brushed against her cheek? His life was to touch the world and affect all of us. Hopefully, with my gentle guidance and love, my baby’s touch will affect others as she grows.
by: Deborah Linne, Heartwarmers4u
For the first time, my son is living, full-time, on his own, away from me, in a town 45 miles away. This is as it should be, but as I decorate the Christmas tree with ornaments we collected over each year of his life, I am struck with how quickly the time has passed and by how I am moved as I place each ornament on the tree and remember that year of his life. I love this young man--just as much as I loved the baby, the little boy, the big boy and the high school kid. But what I am most proud of is that we did it together. I recognized, probably because he was my only one, that I should stop and appreciate each moment and thank God for them. As you go about your holiday preparations, please remember to take the time to enjoy the gift of your children and family. Perhaps that's why this story touched me so...
During the busyness of this holiday season, my one year old daughter caught a cold that wouldn’t seem to let go of her. She had it especially rough at night when she had coughing fits. Being a first time, nervous mom, I brought her to bed with me after a particularly bad cough.
As we were drifting to sleep, she wiggled around and her hand fell across my face, brushed my cheek and rested there. I felt as if an electric current was running through my body. Simultaneously, a picture came to mind of a most beautifully wrapped gift — gold foil with delightful maroon ribbons. I realized that God had just sent a wonderful message and gift to me about the things I should be focusing on this Christmas.
Amidst all the buying, decorating, and entertaining, I was shown through the simple touch of my child the most precious gift of all.
My baby’s touch, this year in 1998, must not be so unlike the touch of another precious child 2000 years ago.
Did his mother feel the same way when his hand brushed against her cheek? His life was to touch the world and affect all of us. Hopefully, with my gentle guidance and love, my baby’s touch will affect others as she grows.
by: Deborah Linne, Heartwarmers4u
Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.
Psalm 127:3-5
