Christmas To Me: By Sharon Daugherty
I love the season of Christmas. I love to anticipate the cards and decorations. I love the fact that this is my FREE time. Yep, you heard it right. I am FREE to daily declare my appreciation to God, and to the world, for HIS gift to me. Somehow like the game Monopoly, I feel like I have a ‘get out of my rut’ free card. I get to appreciate many people who I have pretty much ignored throughout the year. Having a child with special needs puts my life in a category all of its own.
I get letters from others catching me up on the growth of their children and their achievements. How do I tell them I am still working with my child to want to say good-night to me with a hug?
Do I think they will remember I started working on that goal 14 years ago?
Do they save my Christmas notes???
I was so energized and encouraged when I read from the Bible about Mary, Jesus’s mom in the book of Luke. When Jesus was born shepherds came; a bright star led them to the place of his birth. After Jesus was born she ‘pondered these things in her heart’. I looked up that word, ponder, and it meant ‘to weigh’. She was weighing all she had come to know about her son since his inception.
This made me realize how I love to ponder. I love to be free from worry or fret. I love to focus on what God will do next. Thinking on what has come and gone in my life and what will arrive with the next ‘ wave.’
My life has been a series of ‘waves’. There are times when I feel sorry for myself, knowing my old age will come with a companion known as my son. There are times when I am so proud of who he is and who he has become, despite the cruelty of others. There are times when I am so tired of saying the same things, morning and night to accomplish the simplest of tasks.
Will Friday ever be anything else other than Pizza night?
Yet today I realize I am in the greatest of company when I ponder. I am thankful to God for a life of pondering. There are many times I am amazed at what I could have never thought to ponder. I am weighing my reality and it is weightless when I ask God to hold it!
Thnks for listening, Sharon.

