It’s Christmas week and we have two little girls. Needless to say the anticipation and chaos are both at full throttle.
There are also life circumstances that threaten to choke off our joy, our delight, our hope in the God who wrapped himself in flesh, in our humanity, and came down into our brokenness to abide in our flawed messiness.
Life circumstances too often swell like storming seas whose waves crash and jeopardize our attempts to remain afloat.
Even so, these words from Psalm 91 are my lifeline: “He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust Him.”
Because God came down.
Because God is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Because God cares for us.
Because God is with us.
So, we trust in Him.
We hold fast to His grace as much as His promises.
We turn toward Bethlehem and remember the miracle of a God who was laid in a manger.
We quiet our hearts and still our thoughts and listen.
We listen to the whisper of that first Christmas that draws us in. Invites us near.
We listen to the cry of a baby who was God and who was welcomed by lowly shepherds.
We listen to the angels who spoke of good news and great joy.
We listen to the heart of God.
And we embrace this place where we are with its mess and its chaos and its clutter and its unknowns.
Because no matter our circumstances, even so, God is with us.
Oh come, oh come Emmanuel, my refuge, my strength, my joy.