I find myself slightly angry every Christmas. It's frustrating, because although I do everything within my power to counteract it-it stills boils up slightly. Throw in three crazy, strong-willed children, massive changes and transitions, being a bit hormonal...well, this season there are moments I am verging on crazy woman.Read More
Waves of grief in some form or another have struck many I know and love. I spent most of my prayer time this morning speaking the names of those I know are hurting this holiday season.
Loved ones who have passed, battles of illness, change and transition, chaotic and frustrating trials. We grieve the losses of life whether that be from death, illness, change, etc.
And in the midst of this grief is a gnawing pain that does not let up. It quiets itself to give us moments to breathe, but never stays dormant for long. And we wonder if we could just take a breath.Read More
The noise, oh the noise. A fury of plans and intentions. Stressed to the bone, I am dog tired. We are in the process of two major transitions, and things are out of control. I am out of control. BUT, he is fully in control. I speak this over my hurried mind, and anxious heart. And, yet, things are still chaotic. Because why? Well, because that is just this season and some seasons are just that way. This season is God-given and God-ordained, and that's okay.
In the midst of it all is the craziness of our world. A divided people, a government in seemingly turmoil and the church riding a thin line of failure.And it could be real dark, and it is dark at times. And, yet, I hear Him whisper-"I'm coming".
Much like an innocent child gazes at the twinkling tree lights, and dreams of awaited visits of the magical Santa-the one who will make all their dreams come true-much like this I await fulfilled promises of my Savior.
I love Thanksgiving, a season of deep gratitude. But I am always anxious to jump into the next season. A season that has become much more than lights, tinsel, and trees.
The sweet fragrance of hope permeates and penetrates the noise. And I hear it, the promise of His coming. The reminder He came.
Love came down for me and for you.
Love came down and gave me the breath of life, permitted me the chance to see in the darkness.
And I breathe deeply. When the voices in my head don't let up, and the words thrown around me dishearten-I hear all the louder-"I came down".
The night before advent, this is what is on my heart and mind. Breathe, child. Your Messiah has come, I have rescued you. In freedom you live, in light you dwell. Darkness has not a hold on you. For I came that I may dwell in you, and you would have peace.
“And again, Isaiah says, ‘The Root of Jesse will spring up, one who will arise to rule over the nations; the Gentiles will hope in him."
Hope is the name of my story. Your story. The story of this world. He came that we may have life and that we may live in peace. Fear flees in the powerful name of Jesus. The storm is calmed by the whisper of His voice. The dead comes to life, and the broken is mended. Messiah.
Not God above us, not God below us-no- He is God with us. Emmanuel, God with us.
When nothing and no one is reliable, when all seems uncertain or broken, when the fire has grown cold and the world seems dark-think of advent. The anticipation of a coming, a coming that speaks of rescue and blazes bright with light. A light that promises to fill the darkness of this world. Peace that is promised to still the chaos and allow a breath. He is coming, He has come.
Can you imagine, long ago, their anticipation of the promised Messiah when the government was in shambles, and the people were oppressed and had all but given up?
He came. And He comes to us now by promising to dwell within us, by freely given salvation. Your rescuer has come. And that is what the Christmas season is all about. Advent. The anticipated, long awaited coming of the Messiah. Remembering, reflecting, and responding.
Can you feel it? The anticipation of the promise? A promise of hope, an expectation of light in the midst of our dark world. It's right here in front of us.
A reminder of all of the precious promises of God. The rich hope of waiting on a faithful God. Promises that have come to fruition, others we still wait on. There is always hope and always light in HIS promises.
We wait. There is wonder and curiousity in the waiting, yes. But our waiting is never one without hope. Ours is a waiting full of faith, full of hope and filled with joy. Like the sweet carol goes - "a thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices". It's time for this weary world, this weary child, to rejoice once again.