Like the Grinch, I know that Christmas comes no matter the mess, no matter the chaos, no matter the circumstances we're in. That's the miracle and hope of Christmas for me.
Even when life is messy and overwhelming, God is with us. Oh come, oh come, Emmanuel and grant us Your peace this Christmas.
If you're feeling a little harried, maybe you'd like to join me as I come back to Bethlehem and immerse myself in the story of a Savior born into a hurting, messy, messed of world - like mine.
Amidst the noise, noise, noise, noise of Christmas, a silent star shines bright and invites me to reflect on the miracle of God with us.
Christmas feels different to me this year. I'm not sure why exactly. That's why the traditions we've created as a family matter to me and my family more than ever. And, yes, that includes "the elf thing."
Sometimes, maybe too often than I'll admit, life on the Spectrum hits too hard and it hurts a mama's heart to watch her heart, and her girl, unravel. But God meets us there every time and holds each of us close.
As I read and re-read the story about the first Christmas, I see myself there. I feel myself in the crowd and the chaos of Bethlehem, seeking rest and a place to stay.
Looking past the lights and the decoration and simply contemplating the why of Christmas.
The rest of what my seven-year-old taught me about Christmas through her conversation with Santa: sometimes, the heart understands things before our minds wrap around them.
Are we ever really ready for Christmas? I'm thankful that God didn't wait for us to be ready, but came to get us ready and make us worthy of being called children of God.