Christmas Letters to God part III

Dear God,

This Christmas still looks different than I thought it would, Lord, and I’m bringing that to You. 

I lay it at your feet.

There isn’t quick healing here. 

Just soreness that lingers, memories that surface without warning, and a heart still learning how to rest and forgive myself.

I’m not asking You to fix this right now. 

I just need You here.

As my daughter says when she needs a cuddle: “just be with me!”

I know You didn’t come into a perfect world.

You came into a broken one.

Into uncertainty.

Into vulnerability.

Into the middle of things.

Not a magical setting, like the Christmas I imagined.

You weren’t born at the inn. That stable had to be a mess!

Just like my life right now.

You didn’t wait for everything to be okay or magical or picturesque before You showed up.

You came right in the middle. You made your bed in a manger. 

I am broken. Just like the world. 

I am a mess. Just like your birth day. 

And here You are. 

How absolutely perfect. 

The magic in the mess. 

Your Word says the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

Some days that light feels steady.

And that’s enough for me. 

You were with us in the crash.

You are with me in the healing.

And I know You will be with us in whatever comes next.

Amen.