Tough Stuff

The past few months have been fairly silent on the blog front. I have been busy. But more than that, I have been emotionally drained. Over the past couple months I lost my grandmother and grandfather as well as numerous smaller things that have left me scratching the bottom of the bucket emotionally. It’s not good for your heart’s tank to run low when you are tasked with pouring into the hearts of others.

It is for that reason, perhaps, that I am a little more grateful that Christmas is here. It is a time that I will be able to slow down a little and process the events that my family have recently experienced. More than that, however, Christmas is a time to remember that it was into our emptiness that God came. He wrapped Himself in flesh and lived in our neighborhood. He experienced all of our trials and burdens and then took upon Himself the weight of our shortcomings, failures, and sin. He who had never sinned became sin for us that we might be righteous. He poured Himself out for us.

He still pours into us. As Psalm 23 promises, he is eager to “restore our souls.” He takes us in our weariness and breathes new life into us.

I pray that you have a Merry Christmas, that your stockings are full, and your hearts are renewed.