We were in our home tonight working on various projects and everything was calm. Suddenly there was big excitement in our neighborhood. From a distance we could hear sirens and commotion. “What could be wrong,” I wondered. Soon we saw flashing red lights and I ran to the front of the house to see what the trouble was.
There was no trouble. It was Santa seated on top of a big red firetruck waving to all the neighbors. With a bright floodlight shining on him, his suit glowed neon red against the night sky. I shouted, “Hey everybody, it’s Santa!” I ran to the upper porch, threw open the door, and started waving to him like mad. I jumped up and down and shouted Merry Christmas! Then I looked behind me and saw that Katy was on her computer and hadn’t even turned around to check things out. My husband was watching me from the doorway with a silly grin on his face, shaking his head.
Well, what can I say? I’m excited about life these days. I’m excited that after darkness there is light. After rain there is a rainbow. After weeping there is joy. After despair there is hope. After sickness there is health. After mourning there is dancing. So the next time I hear sirens or think that trials are all I see, Lord, help me to expect something good to come of it. James 1:2,3 says it so much better. Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.Comments: