the hope

The Christmas season brings hope and promise.

We all have expectations of the holiday season. They are rooted in our faith, our traditions, our families. Sometimes, though, the holiday season doesn’t go as planned. The expectations of the perfect Christmas fall short.

I have been wrestling all week with something I heard in a sermon last week.

What if joy and pain can coexist in my life?

The joy of a new job, the pain of the news of my husband’s job being uncertain…what will that mean for our future?

The joy of starting a new job, the pain of saying goodbye to people whom I have grown to love and may never see again

The pain of a diagnosis of a chronic issue called fibromyalgia yet the joy of having a best friend to walk the journey with me who gets it because she, too, lives with it

In the beauty of the Christmas season, we celebrate the birth of a baby boy, Jesus, Savior of the world. Joy. Jesus…the Messiah who would be crucified on the cross for our sins, my sins. Pain. His pain, my joy.

Joy and pain. Yet, one thing remains this Christmas season and always.


…being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ… Philippians 1:6

the hope of the season…rooted in Him…not life’s circumstances…the hope we can hold onto every single day of the year





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