As I sit here waiting for my hair dye to cover my gray on this morning of Christmas Eve, I can think of so many things to be grateful for. Safety of my three soldiers (daughter, son, hubby), healthy kids, a roof, a good life all around.
I recently re-read "The Long Walk: The True Story of a Trek to Freedom" by Slavomir Rawicz. It's a fascinating story about 7 men who are wrongfully imprisoned in a Siberia and escape to freedom. These men spent a year enduring things no man should be able to. Although I've never had to walk across the Gobi desert w/o food or water, the story placed a new perspective on the issues I've struggled with this past year. And perhaps it's the season, but I began to see it almost as the story of Christ's struggles to save our souls...I'm far from being a religious nutball, I have my beliefs and try to live a life in
Christ, but this was only after I'd fallen, wrongfully imprisoned myself so to speak, and escaped with nothing but sheer will power and a renewed faith in Our Lord.
Last night my dear friend posted a reminder of this holiday season (unfortunately it was after I nearly bashed my head against the wall trying to figure out gifts for my 4 teenage daughters)- The Story of Christmas as found in Luke 2:1-38, "And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed..."
You should read it, it's a good story.
