Cherished Memories

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“I remember the days of old. I ponder all Your great works. I think about what You have done.” Psalm 143:5

This is the season of frenzied shopping, baking breads, and decorating cookies to give as gifts. We look forward to spending time with our families. The ones who are blood relatives and those who are relatives by the blood of the Lamb of God.

It’s the time for us to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ our Saviour!

Today I remembered a time seven years ago when I had the pleasure of watching my granddaughter, Madison, sing at her first Christmas concert. Is there anything more precious than those little ones shouting out the words to Christmas carols?

I watched a little one shout out “Hi Mom!” in the middle of a song. Another tiny girl pulled her dress up over her head, and another got tired and just sat. Madison held the hand of the little girl next to her and, after every song, they would raise their hands as if in victory.

My oldest grandson, Brandon, sat next to me. I couldn’t help remembering his first Christmas show and the performances of my other grandchildren, either at church or school. Oh, the wonderful memories I have.

After Madison’s performance we visited my mom at the care home. We took a little Christmas tree for her room. She was sound asleep, but her Aide assured me Mom had a really good day. We set up the tree then I stroked her head and kissed her. She didn’t even move.

Memories of long ago Christmases with her and Popi filled my mind. They always tried to make Christmas special for the three of us kids. I think my father was just as excited to see us opening our presents as we were in receiving them.

I also remember the time I sang “Hallelujah” so loud that it was mentioned every following Christmas accompanied by tons of laughter. I hated it then, but today I smile. It’s amazing those memories remain vivid after so many years. I can still remember and yearn for both. I miss them!

My parents also treated the coming of the Christ Child with a reverence we don’t often see in this day and age. It was a true time for giving thanks because the Babe in that manager would grow into a Man who would give His life to save us from sin.

“Thanks be to God for his inexpressible gift!” 2 Corinthians 9:15

Oh, Yes! Our memories are gifts from God. We can take them out and unwrap them one at a time-—savor them over and over again.

Today God gave me that gift and I am beyond thankful for it. I smile as I think of the next generation’s Christmas performances that are coming up. I can’t wait!

by Eve Montano