This is the last weekend before Christmas. For the past several years, this has traditionally been the weekend that I have traveled to Texas to visit my mother and deliver her Christmas presents. This year, my mother is in Heaven, not Texas, and on this, my first Christmas without her, I have been feeling a bit lost.
This is the first Christmas that I can remember not giving her a gift, and I have struggled a bit because of this. I like to think that she is watching over me from Heaven. So I have been pondering what I could possibly do from here below to still give her a gift this year.
My mother taught me so many things through her words and through her example. She taught me to work hard. She taught me compassion and empathy. She taught me to love and to serve others. So, this year, I will give her the gift of trying my best to live my life the way that she taught me to—the way that she lived hers.
As I reflected on this, I thought about the first Christmas gift, given over 2000 years ago. On that very first Christmas, our Heavenly Father gave us the gift of His son, our Savior.
The Savior then gave us the gift of His life, His teachings and His example. He lived a perfect life of love, compassion and service and then freely gave His life for us. Because He did, I know that I can return to live with Him again… I know that I will see my mother again.
I am so very grateful for my Savior and for the great gift that He has given to me. This year, and every year, I will try harder to follow His example—to love as He loved, to serve as He served, and to live as He lived.
Living my life for Him, will be my gift to Him.