It’s Christmas time they said, but I shook my head. Sure enough there was our grand old tree and Christmas songs playing just for me. But where was the noise, the laughter, the toys? Where were the people that usually graced our floors? Christmas? It can’t be. Not yet. Not like this. Remember, Christmas has rushes to stores, it has relatives coming and going in hordes, it has too much food and so many gifts. This can’t be Christmas, this quiet hush. Then a voice spoke to me, “I was not amongst the rush. The people, the presents, the shopping and more. None of that was part of my story, on that old barn floor. The night air was cold, not a relative to be seen, and yet, we were happy. We had each other. That’s what Christmas means.”
Perhaps that is why Christmas is different this year. Because Jesus was getting lost and His voice hard to hear. So now we are far from what normal may seem, but let us have that draw us closer to the old manger scene.
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I am a young woman who grew up in British Columbia. In BC was all I ever wanted; I had my poodle (Max) and all my friends, Saturdays at the Vancouver Aquarium and Sunday afternoons at one of my favorite beaches it was paradise. But God had a different plan for my life and my dad's job landed us in Alberta and now where I remain, in small town Souris Manitoba. The transitions from paradise to prairie were difficult and I will admit that now 10 years later I still refer to home as Abbotsford BC. Through this crazy pathway trek across Canada I have had one true constant, God; and though none of it was easy, everything that has happened in my life has formed in me a true lasting friendship with the one I call Immanuel. Because no matter how far from home we are God is with us, and thanks to God I have found an almost completely over looked beauty in Manitoba. If you open your eyes you will see that God has planted wondrous things everywhere you go.
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