The Year I "Believed"

I say the "year I believed" with tongue in cheek..LOL  I don't know about you but Christmas always brings out the child in me.  I seriously think if it doesn't in you then you need to slow down a bit and just let the Christmas spirit invade your being.  This little chuckle I'm about to share with you today is true and really happened to me.

The Christmas our daughter was 3, she and I made the expected trip to the mall to see Santa.  Of course, we all know that sometimes at that age the excitement of the man in the big red suit is more for mom than the little one.  As was the case this particular year.  Her excitement began to wane as we approached Santa's workshop and she realized she was to go through that gate by herself.  We stood outside looking in at all the pretties as I tried to encourage her to have fun....for my sake..LOL.   While I talked to her about how fun this would be, she continued to resist.  Santa was watching all this and finally he looked at me and said "Just bring her on in Sharlyn."  Needless to say, I was dumbfounded.  Santa knew me by name.  What?  How could this be?  Again, he called out my name.  I couldn't move, I couldn't speak.  You see, unbeknown to me, the husband of one of my mom's cousins was playing Santa that year.  I cannot explain to you the thumping that took place in my heart at that very moment.    It is a story of Santa that always makes me smile every year when I think back on that experience.

Just think, our Heavenly Father, knows us by name.  He calls out to each of us to come to Him.  As you reflect on the Saviour's birth this Christmas season,  reach out to Him.  Remember,  He knows your name and loves you so very much.

But now thus says the Lord,
he who created you, O Jacob,
he who formed you, O Israel:
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name, you are mine.  Isaiah 43:1