This year has kicked my butt. Kicked it straight to the curb. The past 351 days have shattered any limits I thought I had. Typically this is where I start talking about how all the stretching has helped me grow and I'm a better person for all the experiences of 2014. For me? Nope. I just feel tested. And I think mostly I feel cracked and ready to crumble.
Michael has been playing with a children's nativity set that my parents sent us for Christmas this year. As I watch those tiny hands explore history from 2000 years ago, it suddenly jolts everything into perspective. I love the Christmas season. A celebration of a king who came as a baby in a manger. A Lord who came here for me. Who came to make everything right. Who, in spite of every earthly experience that was meant to make Him crack and crumble, was able to rise above so that He could fill my cracks and hold me when I feel like crumbling to pieces.
He makes all the difference. Merry Christmas!
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