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I found Christmas joy in the peace of the Christ
Originally appeared on spirituality.com
We’re right in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season. Making lists (and checking them at least twice) fills our days. As a child and young adult, I loved Christmas. But it gradually lost its sparkle, and a few years ago I wondered whether I could recapture the joy I’d felt in the past.
It didn’t help that when my extended family got together each year, things weren’t always pleasant. The day would start out very happily, but by the end someone would be angry or feel hurt. Opening presents was fun-filled, but short-lived. Once the day was over, I’d feel very let down. Two or three years ago, that empty feeling started in November, right after Thanksgiving. As I usually do when I’m troubled, I prayed. Prayer strengthens my awareness of my connection to God, and as I listen for God’s guidance, wonderful ideas come to me.
The thought that came to me this time was to read What Christmas Means to Me by Mary Baker Eddy.
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Martha Sarvis lives with her husband and son in Boerne, Texas.
