True Story: A Christmas Reflection
- Kessler's Press
- Nov 5
- 2 min read
Written from the heart of a wife and mom of two young men
The older I get, the more Christmas feels less about the doing and more about the remembering.
When my boys were little, December was full of noise wrapping paper, sticky fingers, Christmas cookies disappearing too fast, and that magical chaos that made the season come alive.
Now the house is quieter. They’re young men chasing dreams, finding their way, stepping into the world God is shaping for them. I’m proud, but sometimes my heart aches with the sweetness of all the years behind us.
And in that quiet, I find myself going back not just to my memories, but to His story. The true story.
The story of Jesus who left heaven’s glory to come to us.
The story of a young couple far from home, uncertain, but chosen to carry the hope of the world.
The story of a Son born not in comfort, but in love.
Mary’s story feels different to me now. I used to picture her only as a new mom, holding her baby close. But now, I think of her years later watching Jesus grow, watching Him go, trusting God in ways she couldn’t always understand.
She didn’t just give birth to the Savior she learned to release Him back to the Father’s purpose.
And that hits home for me.
Because that’s what motherhood becomes, doesn’t it?
The letting go.
The trusting that the same God who once filled your home with little giggles and superhero's now walks with your sons wherever they go.
This Christmas, as I prepare my home, I also prepare my heart to remember that the story of Jesus isn’t just a page from history. It’s the story that gives my story meaning.
The story that reminds me that God is near.
That love came down.
That no matter how grown my children are, no matter how quiet the nights may feel Emmanuel is still true.
God with us.
God with me.
God with them.
And that’s the true story I’ll keep telling in every season.
Prayer:
Lord Jesus, thank You for being the center of every story for stepping into our world so we could know Your love. Thank You for walking with my sons, for holding them when I can’t, and for reminding me that Your presence fills every home and every heart. Amen.
Pick up your True Story baseball shirt and mug to help remind you about the True Story this season and for the years to come.
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