“Christmas – that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance – a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.” – Augusta E. Rundel

It is often hard to believe how God can be with us if we cannot even see Him. How many times have we sighed, “If we could only see Him, everything will be alright.”

But could God really be so far away?

We may not always realize it, but God is near, within your heart, and with every heart that knows how to love.

He is in friends that talk to you when you are sad, in families that make sure home is always there for you at the end of the day.

He is in every hand that lifts you up, in every smile that cheers you, in every word that tells you how special you really are.

We may not always remember, for the distractions of this world often make us forget.

But in Christmas, we are given a chance again to realize the things that are truly important in our lives.

We remember once more the many people that gave us a glimpse of God’s face. That gaze of love that made us whole again and strong again. That helped us carry on no matter how great our burdens were. That helped us dream again no matter how many times we fell.

Behold! God Himself came down from heaven to be with us. He revealed His face in the innocent face of a little child.

Out of the darkness He called us and blessed us with His Presence that we may know, that we may never forget. God lives, and for as long as we live in love, He lives today in you and in me.

The Word became flesh, and lived amongst us. We saw his glory, such glory as of the one and only Son of the Father, full of grace and truth. – John 1:14, WEBBE

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