The older I get, the more I fall in love with and appreciate the Christmas story as found in the pages of Holy Scripture.
For some time I thought it was a bit of seasonal depression; lack of sunlight, overall dreary weather, cold, you know. But the more I think about it, my malaise or melancholy is more of introspective thoughts, especially as another year draws to a close.
Don't get me wrong, I love celebrating Christmas. I enjoy putting up the tree and household decorations. We don't go crazy, but it's Christmas. My favorite part of decorating is putting up the children's ornaments that we have saved over the years. Each ornament has a story to tell; whether directly or because it recalls a particular time of life. Now some in my family might disagree with this jolly sentiment, and I'll leave that there. That's not part of this thought.
This year is especially introspective for me. The events of the past twelve to eighteen months have been life-changing to say the least, and as difficult as this period of time has been, I can honestly say that I'm glad God has allowed me to traverse this time. I'm also very thankful that God has also surrounded me with a multitude of people - family, friends, customers, business acquaintances - to prevent my being alone in these times.