The shepherds hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby Jesus, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed ... But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told. -- Luke 2:16-20
What an amazing love we have been offered.
I couldn't resist adding this from Story People: She asked me when the season of joy was supposed to end & I said I didn't really think there was an exact date, so we left the tree up till June that year.
Merry Christmas everyone! I pray your season of Joy never ends!
This morning I stopped to reflect on the beauty of Christmas, baby Jesus being born, and the New Year. It was such a stress relief to think about new beginnings instead of focusing on all that I needed to get done. I love the following poem by Susan Coolidge that speaks of the beautiful hope and new beginnings that this season brings.
begin againEvery day is a fresh beginning, Every day is the world made new; You who are weary of sorrow and sinning, Here is a beautiful hope for you- A hope for me and a hope for you. All the past things are past and over, The tasks are done and the tears are shed; Yesterday’s errors let yesterday cover; Yesterday’s wounds, which smarted and bled, Are healed with the healing which night has shed. Yesterday now is a part of forever, Bound up in a sheaf, which God holds tight; With glad days, and sad days and bad days which never Shall visit us more with their bloom and their blight, Their fullness of sunshine or sorrowful night. Let them go, since we cannot relive them, Cannot undo and cannot atone; God in His mercy, receive, forgive them; Only the new days are our own, Today is ours, and today alone. Here are the skies all burnished brightly, Here is the spent earth all reborn, Here are the tired limbs springing lightly To face the sun and to share the morn, In the chrism of dew and the cool of dawn. Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain, And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning, And puzzles forecasted and possible pain Take heart with the day, and begin again.