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Christmas Lights and Nevertheless...


 I love Christmas lights!  I love when all of the lights are off and the tree is lit or we drive around town late at night to look at the lights.  

Such a happiness in Christmas lights.  It is as if the joy of children and the magic of Christmas is all wrapped into those little lights.  Even without presents those lights bring joy!

Today, I'm thinking of those I know and love and those that I've never met who are going through distress and gloom and dark times.  

The dark seems to be closing in and threatening to shut them off. 

And yet...

There is a perfect light that brings peace.

Nevertheless, there will be no more gloom for those who were in distress. Isaiah 9:1

Many people need a nevertheless today.  The nevertheless that only the perfect light of Jesus can bring.  The nevertheless that is the real deal.   Jesus is the true nevertheless and perfect lights for Christmas.

The nevertheless that walks with us through the valley of the shadow of death.

Nevertheless that cuts through the fog of depression and despair.

Nevertheless that holds our wounded and broken children.

Nevertheless in fragmented families and marriages.

Nevertheless is a light in a very dark place in our hearts and minds.

The nevertheless that heals our wounds and eases our loneliness.

The only nevertheless that brings joy when all else collapses.

This holiday season- remember to hang up your Christmas lights.  

Not for you only, but for those around you.  Clean up the glass and let every light shine as bright as possible.  

From your home.....

From Your Heart.

For hope comes as the nevertheless of Christmas.
 

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