One of my favorite Christmas mornings, my brother and I slipped out of bed and hurried to the living room, I noticed a small wardrobe under the tree. The bottom was inscribed “Merry Christmas, Becky Love, Dad & Mom 1978.” Kneeling, I opened the wardrobe door and found several handmade Barbie doll clothes on tiny hangers. Little pink high heels were neatly tucked away in the drawer, and my new Barbie doll stood next to her couture.
Funny how we hang onto things. I don’t have my first-ever Barbie doll or any of her homemade dresses, but I still have that little wardrobe. Sometimes I go into our garage just to look at the miniature wooden wardrobe. I’ll pull out the little drawer, remembering the first time I opened it. I like tracing the words on the bottom and reminiscing about one of my favorite Christmases ever.
One day, I’ll be gone, and so will the little wardrobe. Today, that Christmas morning is but a memory, and someday that, too, will fade. Nothing lasts forever.
Well, there is one thing…
The first Christmas morning, under the Star, lay the Baby that changed the world forever. The promised Word of God.
Lord, thank You for the gift of Your Son, the gift that lasts forever and promises eternity for us.
written by Rebecca Siedschlag