The Christmas Letter 2008
Wow, this year has been quite eventful for me. I went on my first ‘hot holiday’ in March. When I returned I wasn’t feeling well. After just over a week later I was so sick and in so much pain I could barely walk. Then suddenly I was in the hospital and having emergency surgery. It turned my world upside down.
In some ways having that happen was a very fast way to shed a lot of my defenses. I couldn’t take care of myself. I was dependant on the doctors and nurses to take care of me. And I wasn’t able to prepare for my recovery time. I couldn’t plan meals and make them ahead of time, clean my house, prepare for being off work for several weeks. Through it all God provided. He provided caring doctors and nurses. He provided food and people to help when I got home. I learned so much from that experience.
Towards the end of the summer the stress of owning a house was starting to get to me. Suddenly, after talking to my dad, I decided to move into a condo. I made the decision on August 17th. I moved into the condo on October 15th and gave up possession of my home on October 17th (two months to the day.) Everything happened so quickly. I felt God’s hand in all of it, from the help I received to clean up and pack, to the real estate agent who pretty much held my hand through all of it, to the feeling I got when I found out the people who moved into my house were looking for a house just like mine.
I have noticed that at this time of year I have started to hear a lot of Christians skip to the message of Easter – that Jesus saved us from our sins. The cross is the ultimate sacrifice and we can never forget the gift of everlasting life. Yet I am also equally grateful for the gift of Emmanuel, God with us. The fact that Jesus came means I am never alone. I am still receiving that gift. I can see it throughout my whole year.
When I think about my story and how I came to Christ I remember someone who was very lonely and did a lot of life alone. I still believe Jesus saved my life 8 years ago. For me, Jesus had to come first before He could rescue me from my sin. That is the message of Christmas.
May the year be full of happy beginnings for you and your family.
Love,
Misty
In some ways having that happen was a very fast way to shed a lot of my defenses. I couldn’t take care of myself. I was dependant on the doctors and nurses to take care of me. And I wasn’t able to prepare for my recovery time. I couldn’t plan meals and make them ahead of time, clean my house, prepare for being off work for several weeks. Through it all God provided. He provided caring doctors and nurses. He provided food and people to help when I got home. I learned so much from that experience.
Towards the end of the summer the stress of owning a house was starting to get to me. Suddenly, after talking to my dad, I decided to move into a condo. I made the decision on August 17th. I moved into the condo on October 15th and gave up possession of my home on October 17th (two months to the day.) Everything happened so quickly. I felt God’s hand in all of it, from the help I received to clean up and pack, to the real estate agent who pretty much held my hand through all of it, to the feeling I got when I found out the people who moved into my house were looking for a house just like mine.
I have noticed that at this time of year I have started to hear a lot of Christians skip to the message of Easter – that Jesus saved us from our sins. The cross is the ultimate sacrifice and we can never forget the gift of everlasting life. Yet I am also equally grateful for the gift of Emmanuel, God with us. The fact that Jesus came means I am never alone. I am still receiving that gift. I can see it throughout my whole year.
When I think about my story and how I came to Christ I remember someone who was very lonely and did a lot of life alone. I still believe Jesus saved my life 8 years ago. For me, Jesus had to come first before He could rescue me from my sin. That is the message of Christmas.
May the year be full of happy beginnings for you and your family.
Love,
Misty