It’s so cold outside; in fact I feel it beginning to seep into the room, leaving me shivering and wishing for a blanket. I look out the window next to me and as far as I can see, nothing but brown coats the landscape. The branches of a nearby tree hang in solitude, slumped and dripping wet from a rain that doesn’t want to go away.
I recently heard a friend saying they felt like this time of year was too depressing. I can well imagine why they said that. With the impending holiday season right on top of us, expectations are a bit higher for feeling holly-jolly. Problem is, this time of year can bring a lot of painful memories, memories from our past that seemed to have occurred a lifetime ago.
A past filled with laughing children who still danced around the tree, betrayal from the one we believed loved us till death do we part, families who never missed calling just to talk and share a laugh, and loved ones who were still there to hug and sit by our sides are memories that cut way too deep, leaving little to no room for celebration.
When you add all these things together and combine them with the cold and darkness of winter, it creates a time that often leads to sadness and depression. It has the tendency to make us want to shut down and hibernate until the first rays of spring come peeking through. It has the tendency to turn Christmas into a dreaded holiday, except it doesn’t have to, because of One very big reason.
Then, He came…Brought to earth as a baby born in the lowliest of places, He came so He could save us when we are in the lowest of places.
I can’t imagine what it would be like not having You to cling to through the dark moments. That thought alone drives me to my knees to praise You for Your presence and love. Thank You for being my Comforter, and my Hope.
Thank You for being the rope that pulls me from the quicksand time and time again, and thank You for coming, for coming to save me from my sins, for coming so You would know exactly how it feels to be lonely, scared, and in sorrow, and for coming so You will forever be the Rock that I cling to.
© Photos at Salina T Gibson