My first Christmas was something different which I remember it afresh till date. Whenever I think of my first Christmas, especially during the Christmas season, my heart longs to race back to it and linger there for some time.
My first Christmas was during my first year in college. I was lonely, without friends. It was the time I accepted the Lord new. When the Christmas drew near, I spent the time alone with Jesus in my room, speaking to him and writing lots of journals or letters to Him. I didn't know how to worship Him. I didn't belong to a Church to attend service. I did not have any believer friends for fellowship. It was just the Lord and I.
My first Christmas was a quiet Christmas. I wrote love songs to the Lord. I prayed the way I knew. I worshiped Him passionately like a lover lost for words. He was the only One to whom I clung like a baby to his mother. I know that I loved Him (I still do) passionately. And when I recollect my first Christmas, I pray that the Lord would give me the same love everyday to love Him passionately for who He is...
I love my first Christmas because though it did not have any celebrations and the usual clamor, it was just the Lord and me. Sometimes I enjoy that solitude with the Lord and I long for more of such times. I always want my heart be the like the way when I first accepted the Lord, passionately loving Him and longing to know Him more. And make Him the center of my life and being...
