HEALING
Bible Reading: Psalm 118:1-14
Author: Ms. Rhonda K. Maller (Indiana, USA)
Author: Ms. Rhonda K. Maller (Indiana, USA)
Wednesday 8 May 2024 © The Upper Room.
The December flight home was late, long, and lonely as I grieved the unexpected loss of my brother. Forty-one was too young to die. I prayed for strength to face his funeral and a Christmas without him. I had yet to mail cards or finish shopping. I had not decorated or prepared any goodies for the grandchildren. I just wanted to go home and crawl under the covers — maybe forever.
After midnight, I finally arrived home. I looked around in wonder. My daughter and her family had paid a visit. They left a sparkling clean house, a mini-lighted tree, and best of all, our family nativity. The heart of all our holiday traditions, it rested in its usual place of honour — complete with the stable my husband had built nearly thirty-five years earlier. Every figure was there. As I knelt, cradling the baby Jesus figurine in my hands, I felt as if Christ himself were cradling me in his arms. Tears of hope flowed down my cheeks. I knew that painful days of grief still awaited me but also that my brother was standing in God’s presence. I would see him again.
Even when grief replaces the cards, cookies, tinsel, and presents, Christmas remains. For Christmas is the Christ who “is my strength and my defence; . . . my salvation.”
Prayer: Abba Father, thank you for the gift of your Son, for your comfort in loss, and the hope of heaven. In Jesus’ name. Amen.