When I was a kid, Christmas morn was the best morning of the year! I’d wake up to a day full of presents and food (both things I love tremendously).
But I grew up. And I learned that sometimes during the *most wonderful time of the year* the most un-wonderful things happen. I was talking to a friend the other night over dinner. I said “there are some Christmas memories so sad I can’t bring myself to write them in a post.”
Yes, during this most wonderful time of the year, where there’s much mistltoeing, hearts are to be glowing, and loved ones are near, for many…
there is an unspeakable sadness.
Yes, Christmas looks much different as an adult than it does a child.
Except, what if on this Christmas day, we gave hope a chance to breathe? Unspeakable sadness may be present. But there can also be a thrill of hope. Today, a weary soul can rejoice.
My holiday wish for all, no matter what faith or lack there of, is that you give hope a chance to breath.
Yes, on this day remind remember that we are waiting. We have not forgotten.
We have not forgotten that it will not always be this hard. We have not forgotten that joy, and bright, and calm, and all the other promises of the holiday season will return.
And today, hope, thrill, and rejoicing looks like simply acknowledging that this year, we are simply waiting for that to come.
