Christmas tradition

I always get depressed right before Christmas. Not in a serious way, I just get gloomy and down. I don't know why. And it usually goes away before the actual day arrives. Yesterday I felt like I was having a midlife crises or something. I kept feeling like I didn't have a purpose in life and that if I wasn't striving towards something then why am I alive? But then I talked to God about it and He, as usual, had his perfect, simple response that set me in peace. Today I have felt fine but very pensive. I wonder what will happen in the future. I wonder what will become of me and my friends and of the world. I allowed myself for a while to imagine a cynical option, something like in the Hunger Games or a time when the whole government is virtually obsolete and we the people are running away from each other because most of us have gone into some bloodthirsty frenzy. It seems dark, I know, but I didn't think of it that way. I thought of it more as an adventure. But then I turned from that and decided that whatever may come, it will all work out for the glory of God and that's all I have to worry about.

Well, I hope I didn't get you down. This isn't the time to be making up horrific endings to the world, this is the time to appreciate all of the goodness around you and to reflect on the fact that the hope in your heart all started when a little baby was born thousands of years ago. After all, Christ was born to bring us salvation, grace, hope, joy, peace, comfort, and celebration. Praise Him, for He is good.

Sarah