I’ve just had one of those moments.
Christmas. Emmanuel. God with us.
God with us.
That means something.
This is not all there is. (Thank God.)
This year has been the toughest I’ve ever known personally.
It has been twelve months of struggling with mental health issues, significant loss and deep grief.
Brexit, Trump, politics, the world generally going bonkers and no way to get off.
It feels so overwhelming as to render me completely numb.
I’m so fragmented nothing feels real. Not always even sure on the surface that God is there, but occasionally catch glimpses of His handiwork and know that He must be here…. somewhere.
Let this truth sink in: God with us. Jesus chose to come to this crazy, sick, evil, twisted, despairing world. God with us. He came to bring peace. His peace reigning in our hearts regardless of what is going on around or within us. Peace with God.
Because He came that first Christmas, I have a Safe Place to run to and hide. Jesus is my Strong Tower where I and every part of me is safe and loved and known and wanted and comforted.
20/12/2018 at 9:55 pm
Beautifully honest xx
21/12/2018 at 9:22 am
Thank you xx