Christmas Story

Her eyes are blue flames flashing passion and life my way as she shares her wisdom, beautiful jewels. She cheers me on, always this warmth from her heart. And we talk about it. The hard.

Dear Christmas story, you're bizarre. A woman finds out she's going to be a single mom when single motherhood will stigmatized and ostracize her from her community. A righteous man finds that the right thing to do is to share the reproach with her. A safe place to hide away turns into a holy confirmation of the incarnation. And the best place for the King of Heaven to be born is the barn.

He came into our hard, our unbelievable circumstances, our impossible hopes and dreams. He didn't come into a soft, plush, beautiful circumstance. He came ripping into the world with a cry like our own.

These thoughts comfort me. Miracles happen in impossible places, when our ability to save ourselves is a joke with no punchline. Heaven is not far off when all hope seems lost. And God still comes to the dreamers with his impossibility making all things possible.

We say with Mary, "I live to serve you. Do what you want with me." For in this agreement, we find our greatest blessing; we get Him.

May you find God in your midst today. ❤