Christmas was beautiful at our home that year, just like that glorious first Christmas when Jesus was born. He came to save us from our sins, but what about our sorrows?
Two days after Christmas, my precious son Jacob died in an accident. The Holy Spirit had already prepared me, but still I wept what seemed like a million tears. Like Rachel, my voice rose up in "lamentation, weeping, and great mourning...weeping for her children, refusing to be comforted, because they are no more" (Matthew 2:18).
The weeping of Rachel is first noted in Jeremiah 31:15 during a time of captivity for God's people. Many are taken captive by sin, addictions, rebellion against God, and the pain of injustices. Yet I have found that no matter what your loss, you can stop weeping and begin to live again. If you put your faith in him, God will give you beauty for ashes.
