Thursday, December 5, 2013

If This Were My Last Christmas

If this were my last Christmas, I would play less on my phone. I would watch less TV, and bake a lot with my kids. I would try and imprint special memories so they would know for sure in the hard days ahead, that they are good, strong, beautiful and priceless. I would encourage them to never discount themselves to a price others think is fair.

 My personal ambitions would no longer be a race that I am trying to complete, but my only quest would be how much I could pour into others. I wouldn’t miss church. I would forgive easily, and not mind our differences as much. I would understand that we each have our own journey, and know that I had the opportunity to walk among some amazing people in my time.

If this were my last Christmas, I would enjoy the food, champagne, and chocolates without guilt. I would bundle up and take walks in the snow with my family, and also alone. I wouldn’t rush unless it was to get a hug, and then I would embrace longer than usual. I would worry less, trust more, and have faith for the best.

If this were my last Christmas, each gift I sent would have meaning. Rather than what a person’s wants or expects, I would plant a seed that I hoped would grow in their hearts.

If this were my last Christmas, I would no longer strive to win approval and love from those who withhold it, but I would rather enjoy the relationships that love me for who I am, and be content. I wouldn’t cry for what I will miss, but be so very grateful for the abundance of beautiful moments I have been given. I would know that during my time here, I have seen the very best that the world has to offer – to love, and smile knowing that it would be the one thing I would be able to keep that with me as I go.

This Christmas, I'll choose to live like it is the last. Savoring each moment as a one of a kind, I'll be grateful for another day to love, while my heart is full of anticipation for the coming of the King.

1 Corinthians 13
Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.Love never fails.



The Nativity Story






6 comments:

  1. This post made me stop. wow. so right. The best way to way to live each day - as our last ones. This reminds me to savor this season, not rush through it. I have been rushing so much that past few weeks. time to savor!! Thanks for the reminder

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    1. Praying your season will be filled with many precious moments. Bless you

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  2. Your post brought tears to my eyes, on a day when I'd had a prickly moment with my grown up daughter. Your words were so true, so beautiful and I could relate to them entirely. As Jean says this is how we should live each day, and I'm betting that you were pointing at that too. As Christmas approaches, yes ... "If this were my last Christmas, each gift I sent would have meaning. Rather than what a person’s wants or expects, I would plant a seed that I hoped would grow in their hearts."

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    1. I do so appreciate the seeds you have planted in mine. Bless you, Jo.

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  3. Written with a Mother's heart. Have a blessed Christmas Mary!
    tdaigle

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