If you’ve ever held a newborn baby, you know how fragile life can be. The first cry that welcomes in air, a breath. Nothing more than a wisp.
The fragile stamped on Christmas packages should be stamped on us: our hearts, our bodies, our souls.
We should handle each other with care. Our words should be easy, our touch gentle, our actions full of love and devotion.
We think ourselves a fortress, unstoppable. How far from reality those thoughts are.
Fragile life –
Filled with God’s grace.
The teenager who walks away from a bad wreck with little more than a scratch.
The daughter who keeps her aging father from falling.
That baby’s first cries held in the arms of one who will love him.
A gentle swirl of air. Fragile
“For apart from me, you can do nothing.” John 15:5. We must have Jesus.
He is the true fortress; He is the unstoppable One.
Life is fragile – Here by God’s grace.
Father,
Thank you for the miracle of life. Our life, the lives of those we love, the life of Your Son. May I remember that each day is a gift wrapped in Your grace and mercy. That I am not required to be the strong tower because that is Your job.
Amen
Merry Christmas,
bym