Hope. Joy. Wonder.
Somewhere in my adult life these things became muddied with the harsh realities of life. Illness, death, financial struggles, job uncertainties, heartbreak, adult responsibilities – these all threaten to squelch the wonder that I see in my children’s eyes this season. Life became messy (don’t even mention the house!) and too often there is a frantic pace we keep just trying to stay afloat.
And yet … in the middle of this mess, we have a God who came down from heaven to be with us, to show us the depth of his love for us! In the mess of that manger, God took on flesh. Think about that for a moment. The divine took on our broken humanity.
I think about the excitement and enthusiasm with which my older two, who are now 5 and 7, anticipated Christmas. There was the incessant counting down, the thousand questions of the how and when. There was the joy of preparing to greet Jesus at the celebration of his birth. There was the impatience of waiting another single moment in the evening to light our Advent candles and read our Scripture verse and open our Advent ornament for the night. There was no worry – only hope and joy and wonder (well, and some squirrely behavior if we’re honest).
Their exuberance awaiting Christmas reminds me that this same wonder awaits me every day. Jesus comes to me every day willing to sit with me in my mess, wanting to lend a hand to restore me and redeem me. Do I meet him with wonder and awe and excitement? Or, in the chaos of the daily grind, do I forget He is there waiting? Am I so weary that I’ve lost sight of the promise of a new day?
I pray this Christmas season and new year is one filled with the awe and wonder of the reality that God is with us … with you. Whatever you face, you are not alone. Whatever your mess, Jesus is there with you. Even in your weariness, I pray you find joy in the thought of a “new and glorious morn.”
Peace and all good things to you and yours this Christmas and in the year to come.
How will you embrace the wonder of Emmanuel, God with us, this year?
Copyright 2017 Rakhi McCormick