This time last year was a bit crazier for me. I wasn’t feeling the “Christmas spirit” and it seemed more stressful than anything. This year brings its own set of challenges, bigger ones in some ways, but not as chaotic I think. I am looking quite forward to going home and spending time with my family. To get away for a couple of days, and rest. Rest with the ones I love.

I can’t help but feel a heaviness, however. A heaviness that has weighed on me for sometime now. I feel the hope as we are reminded that our Savior has come, as we take time to celebrate this. I do love this time of year and the reason we celebrate. But the struggle is still there…this human struggle and the question of why a Man would come to shed for us.

My struggle is real…my days are hard. And He knows it…it is that honesty that keeps me going. Nothing about this Man was fake or fabricated, only raw and real. And I love that about Him. He knows my heart, especially the parts I don’t know, and that is comforting to me. He has saved me and that will never change, even though I am rebellious and sinful.

Despite my sadness, the story doesn’t change. And it is in this story that I can find my hope and continue to live; In a dying world–He has come, died, and risen.


“Fragile finger sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for thorn
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
Unto us is born

So wrap our injured flesh around You
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Welcome to our world.”

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