To be honest, this past year has held a lot of sadness for our family. My grandpa passed away several weeks before Emmett was born. My step-grandma passed away the day before my little sister's birthday. Another sister of mine made a permanent move out of the country and we weren't able to be at her wedding. Next week will be the first of a lifetime of Christmases apart. There are relationships I have that feel too shattered to repair again. Things I can't share here, because it's part of story that is not mine to tell in this public place.
So while I have so much to be grateful for, so much to celebrate; my heart has an extra heaviness this Christmas season that I have never had before. It makes me wonder how many of those around me are fighting similar battles of their own.
This year, my heart and prayers are with you. . .
The financially broken.
The far from home.
May we remember that Jesus didn't come to bring festivities to our December. He didn't come to make everything right in this moment. Not for presents or snowflake cookies or candlelit services. He came to meet us in our grief, in our sorrows. He came to open our eyes to something greater, something Eternal. He came to BE peace in our hearts. A peace that passes passes all human understanding and that keeps our hearts steady no matter what we face each day.
I love you each and am praying for you in this holiday season.