I hope you all had the merriest Christmas filled with all things happy and wonderful!
Considering the fact that it was my last Christmas as a Kotze (that feels so weird to say), I decided to spend the past few days with my parents. We had an M&S Christmas dinner (never disappoints), and filled our day with movies, too many chocolates and a massive puzzle that needed completing. It was the perfect, totally relaxed Christmas.
I’ve found that as I get older, the meaning of Christmas starts to change. When I was younger it was all about what presents were waiting for me under the tree. I would get so over excited that I could barely sleep on Christmas eve. When I was 7 all I wanted was a Baby Annabelle (the one that makes the sleeping and crying noises, obviously) with her pink push chair. At 14 all I needed was the pink Motorola flip phone. Age 16, I had my heart set on MAC make-up and OPI nail polishes.
But the past few Christmases have been different. I started to realise that those “things” never truly satisfied for longer than a day, if that. I needed something more to happy.
So when I met Jesus on that dark road a couple of years ago, my Christmases started to change. Instead of wishing for that one big gift, I started to be thankful for Love. I began to treasure the Love that came down that day thousands of years ago . The Love that changed the world. The Love that healed the broken, gave the blind sight and brought the dead to life. The Love that provides, guides and breaks the strongest of chains. The Love that wept for the world. The Love that loved so deeply, we will never really begin to comprehend it.
Christmas has become a time for me to think about and be thankful for how Love came down and entered my heart, forever changing my life. How it danced with me when I was lonely, and guided me when I was lost.
Wherever you are this Christmas, whether your heart is filled with joy or broken to the tiniest of pieces, I pray that you will encounter this Love. There’s nothing else like it.