With all the excitement of Christmas, gift exchange, visiting family, and the good food, there’s always the day after. Did we spend too much, did so-n-so like what I gave him or was he faking it? Or I ate too much and now I need to lose weight. It may sound kinda dumb, but after every Christmas day there is always the day after.
I think, I did pretty good this year, I got my wife something she really wanted. I could see the excitement on her face as she opened the box. But I have, in the past goofed big time. But once again, as I sit here, in the early morning hour, the Still Small Voice reminds me that I am missing the true meaning of Christmas.
To me, my real bless came from a young lady in Clarksville, Tn. Terrie and I, had headed, out early Christmas Eve for some last-minute shopping. After a long day, the stores were getting ready to close, I propped myself against a fruit stand to take a load off my feet and this young lady came up to me in Wally world and said, Merry Christmas and God bless you. A total stranger touched me with the love of Jesus Christ, at the end of a crazy day of shopping. To me, that’s what Christmas is all about.
And remember there is always going to be a day after Christmas. Joseph and Mary had to run and hide after Christmas day. They were trying to kill Jesus. Posted by Steve Waltrip
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