Lovely presents. Lovingly wrapped. Unfortunately the week before Christmas my house was broken into and the presents conveniently packed in a large basket were among the items stolen. Along with my laptop. With all my writing. And writers everywhere gasp in horror. It was difficult not to panic. The happy ending to the story – the thieves were caught, our stolen items are found and being held for evidence. The Christmas gifts were returned just before Christmas. A traumatic week filled with meetings with state troopers, claim adjusters and the noise of power tools as my husband installed deadbolts and a security system. Throughout the ordeal there was a deep thankfulness in my heart. Things could have been so much worse.
My image of Christmas adjusted quickly. The glitter and glitz disappeared. My home was violated. My possessions taken. Yet through it all, my constant thought and comfort. “They can take all the Christmas gifts but they can’t steal my Christmas. Because NO ONE can steal Christ from my heart.”
Peace on earth, good will to men. Amen.
NOTE: I apologize for no post last Friday. I’m working on a borrowed laptop. Winner of the Christmas dvd is Janice Garey. Happy New Year!