It hasn’t snowed here yet. It’s been unseasonably warm. When Zoe and I walk to pick Jackson up from Kindergarten the sun warms us in ways unexpected for December. I’ve been able to say more yes to the playground than no.
But the radio sings of winter. It plays song after song of worship that sounds knee deep in snow. And sometimes we stand in the living room with arms up to the sun and let the words of a small town in Bethlehem wash over us.
“Fall on your knees
oh hear the angel voices”
I can hear it. The echoes still ringing through the sky from over two thousand years ago.
And when I stand in church with the music echoing through me, with the memory of my short temper from last night and the two boys this morning who got into a fight over who would give the donation box they’d filled to Ms. Dee, the baby who suffered a hair tourniquet and an allergic reaction to eggs in one week, and the moments of beauty in the midst of all this chaos that make me cry, I know there is a God who was a baby and understands me from the inside out.
Literally.
The weather, the bickering kids, the moments of love so profound for this family my insides ache from it.
The God who moved into the neighborhood.
It’s OK to be bring the whole of who I am to Him.
Because He came a long way – on purpose – to meet me.
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Amen!
Be blessed!
Thank you for blessing me with your words today!
Lisa-Jo, this gave me chills! Blessings to you and the gang at this precious time!
Cxx
He did come on purpose, didn’t He? It was not an after thought. Our God is fully intentional. I have to keep reminding myself of that right now. I have a good friend, a dear sister in Christ, who was just sentenced to life in prison. Nothing adds up, but I know that He is in control… and she knows it too. Praise God for His promises!
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! God came a long way just to meet me. Love it, Lisa-Jo!
Lisa-Jo. This was something I needed to read. Thank you for putting words to things tumbling around in my heart. When will I ever *really* accept that He came for me? I feel the weight of my unworthiness all of the time, and it’s so heavy that the truth has a hard time settling in…. Thank you, sweet friend.
*sigh* That’s some of what I love the most about this holiday too…. (It’s funny I wrote some thoughts along these lines last night). I just love that it’s all available to me in my mess and in my darkness. You said it so beautifully.
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I am still amazed that He does this, comes near us…not that he came once, but that he continues to come. Incredible.
I love how you’ve captured that here. :)
I’m used to that most peculiar dichotomy – celebrating a holiday where all the symbols and songs are of winter, while living in a part of the world where December is actually the start of summer! A good part of our Christmas lunch is usually cooked on the barbeque, and my Christmas tree is currently located right next to the fireplace for reasons of safety. The fire-gate does a great job of protecting the tree from the toddler, lol!
I am also used to the profound moments of love and joy over the children who regularly test my sanity… and I really appreciate how open you are about this side of motherhood. It’s nice to be reminded that I’m not the only one!