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Away From Home at Christmas
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Moore's
Chapel Home Missions & Evangelism Devotions
Beautiful Children's Devotion - God's Plan for Your Life Teen
Devotion -
The
Walk To The Cross
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The Scented Page It's another tiresome day from work and as the silence of my bedroom welcomed me, I felt the need to write something on an empty page in my diary. "It's December again… and I hate it! It will be Christmas soon and I'm away from home-away from the loving presence of my family and friends! I can't stop missing everything and everybody! My happy memories of all those Christmas celebrations in the past are just adding to my sorrow and it is unbearably painful to always put a smile on my face as I keep pretending that I'm okay!" As I put my diary back to its hiding place in a small box under my bed, I
closed my eyes and "My dearest friend, I was there when you cried last night and I caught each of your tears lest they fall on the pages of your diary and blot your handwriting in blue ink. You were actually crying so hard you didn't even notice that your tears disappeared in midair. It seems that the Christmas season, which I have hoped would bring you overflowing joy, has become a cause of your sorrow… Aren't you overwhelmed whenever you imagine the immensity of My Father's love? …The unconditional love that sent Me to live with you on earth? Aren't you delighted whenever you remember that I said "yes" because I have exceedingly loved you too? Aren't you excited to meet me soon? Won't you welcome me into your life… and into your heart? Will you even remember to greet me "happy birthday"? …But don't worry. If your tears should find their way to your eyes again, I'll be there for you. And hopefully, you will realize that I'm always with you. With the good tidings of My birthday and My Love, Jesus." I hugged my diary and took a deep breath… and as I relished the sweet scent that lingered in my bedroom, I knew that this Christmas - and all my future Christmases - would never be unhappy again. Copyright © 2004 Rose Antoinette Longakit |
fell asleep so quickly that I even forgot to set my
alarm. Surprisingly, I woke up early the next day feeling a bit refreshed,
and noticed that my diary was on the bedside table. I have no memory of
leaving it there and I was quite sure I haven't written anything else the
previous night. Out of compulsion, I picked up my diary and noticed the
unusually sweet fragrance that emanated from it as I browsed through its
pages and found a message written on the page next to the last one I've
used.