I simply want to share with you my heart - struggling, excited, painful, and joyful. I'm feeling imperfect and undeserving, yet I'm surrounded by such blessing. This year the message of Christmas to me has not just been the baby in the manger. True, we read Luke 2 on Christmas Eve: German, softly, by my father as the candles flickered on the tree, and then me, in English, with rising joy, reading--no, proclaiming!--the story of my Saviour, but that was not where it ended. I then read the Magnificat--Mary's Song!--and rejoiced with that precious young woman as she poured out her heart to her Maker. Then John 1. In the beginning was the Word. The Word! Our Lord! For all of time!
I looked over at the little nativity and reveled in the mother with her child--her Child! The Child! Yet that Child is the One who holds me, cradles me, keeps me in the midst of the storm, blowing winds of triumph alongside the waves. So at this time in which I have the greatest joys and the most challenging stresses, I rejoice and proclaim that CHRIST is LORD!
And regardless of all the rest... I am blessed. And held.
With love from a full heart,
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