Loved you before

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It was Christmas eve and I was eleven years old. Around the house were smells and sounds of years of Clarkson traditions coming to life. But there was only one thing on my mind…All the loot and awesome stuff I would be getting the next day.

I sat on the couch just imagining all the cool things most eleven year old boys dream of getting on Christmas. But as I stared at the tree just picturing all the amazing things that would be under it in just a few short hours, another thought crossed my mind. It was of how beautiful the room was I where I was sitting and how well placed and thoughtfully all the decorations were placed.

I heard mom in the other room frantically putting together our Christmas eve dinner, rolling out cinnamon rolls, trying to let the carols on the CD player to distract us from the fact there were about one million things left to do. From wrapping gifts, to cleaning for family coming over, to making sure everyone one of us kids was feeling cared for in a thoughtful way–after all, it was Christmas Eve.

Also, worth mentioning, she had a husband who would be home from a long day at work who would be hungry. It was then something suddenly clicked. I got up off my seat, temporarily packed my mental list of loot away, and I ran to the nearest sibling with a driver’s license, and demanded a ride to the store.

In the spirit of the holidays I was given a ride. Upon my return, bag of treasures in hand, I found my mother still in a tizzy over everything that still needed to be done. I can only imagine her feeling as I walked in and said, “Mom can you come with me for a second I need to show you something.”

She paused briefly before getting back to never ending list of things to do while saying, “Can we wait until later Nathan? I am very busy right now.” But I insisted, “Please mom it will only take a minute” She put down a roll of wrapping paper and with a deep breath and long sigh, agreed to follow me.

My eleven year old hand grabbed hers and led her into her room and sat her down on the couch in her bedroom, where I proceeded to pull my surprise from a Safeway bag. It was a one long stem red rose.

I handed it to her, and she took it with a question in her eyes.

I said, “Mom, I just wanted you to know that before you give any gifts to me or anyone, I love you. Before I get anything I want you to know I love you not because you give me stuff but because your my mom.”

We all need to know we are loved for not what we can do, but who we are.

This Christmas no matter what you are going through with family, or money, depression, addiction, or anything else you can possibly imagine, Jesus (as cliche as it sounds) loves you right in the middle of it. Not for what you can do, but simply because of who you are- his cherished creation.

Merry Christmas, and for anyone else out there celebrating anything else, Happy Holidays ;)!

-Nathan

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2 thoughts on “Loved you before

  1. Your Mom shared this story with us at the Raleigh Conference this past weekend It brought a tear to my eye then and now. I can’t wait to share this inspiring story with friends. I pray God will continue to richly bless you on your journey!

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