If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family -- I'm just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table, but do not show love to my family --I'm just another cook.
If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to my family -- it profits me nothing.
If I trim the tree with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the church choir, but do not focus on Christ -- I have missed the point.
Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
Love doesn't envy another's home that has coordinated Christmas china and table lines.
Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way.
Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return.
Love bears all thing, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
May we keep the true meaning of Christmas foremost in our thoughts and hearts as we approach the holiday season.
5 comments:
Sioux, is this another one of your creations? Love it. It is perfectly true but beautifully expressed. And if it isn't one of yours, I'm still impressed.
Hope your Family Christmas is wonderful. Bless you all.
Can't take credit for this -- I think I received it at this time last year. It does seem to say it all, tho.
Okay is this about me??? Whitey
hmm, that rings a little true. I like the HoliDAZE. Perfect.
Now I feel much better about my lack of decorating, cooking, and TOTALLY missing the point. I will redeem myself by just loving and holding my bug. I need a copy of that...
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