Christmas

I love Christmas.

The lights. Shopping. Music. Cookies (I love cookies year round, but Christmas makes them even more fabulous!). Family. The crispness in the air that tickles your nose.

And I love the reminder of hope it brings.

Our world is chaotic. Crazy. Broken. The struggles and pain of suffering burdens my heart daily.

Over 2000 years ago in Bethlehem, hope arrived.

Not in splendor.

Not in grandeur.

As a baby.

A baby laid to rest in a manger, no less.

God knew.

God knew every tear that would fall from my eye.

God knew that pain every person would feel.

God knew, and God knows.

Through a tiny baby, God showed us a glimpse of hope.

Our hope isn't in what we see. It's in what we don't see, in the things yet to come.

It rests in a baby who would grow up to save us.

Hope arrived, and hope is with us still.

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