Each Christmas, traditions meant to carry hope resurface, often with the best intentions. But for those still waiting, symbols and wishes can quietly replace prayer. This reflection gently reframes a familiar holiday gesture, pointing hearts back to prayer, trust, and the faithful God who listens, sees, and moves.
Somewhere tonight there is a woman, sitting next to the twinkling lights of her Christmas tree and staring at the fireplace mantle. Year after year, her heart tells her head, "Here's another Christmas with no children's stockings to hang or cookies to bake for Santa." I can see the tears fall on her sweet face… Continue reading To the Childless Woman at Christmas…
