I know you’ve been brave.
You’ve put your tired foot forward each day with the hopes of pushing through the life trial you can’t get away from.
That diagnosis you weren’t expecting comes with hospital visits, needles in the arm, chemo running through veins, and days riddled with exhaustion and frustration.
The argument with a family member that’s left you a wounded warrior, wanting answers and closure that has no intention of arriving at your door.
The child who shares a secret with you that strikes the core of your existence, emptying you of trust and safety.
The friendships you are trying to build in a new space of living leave you wanting what you had before: a sisterhood, a safe place to land, and hearts that hear your brokenness.
I know you’ve been giving.
The marriage you love is crumbling, and all you can think about is the lasting love you swore to protect on your wedding day.
The kids who danced in your dreams are pushing your every limit while you are left wondering if you will ever get this momentous motherhood calling right.
The other roles you play in this life are overtaking your energy and space to breathe, you feel the need to step away but don’t want to let anyone down, especially yourself.
I know you’ve been trying.
The need for quiet rest seems so far away, the yearning for that connection with Christ feels always too steps away from you.
The desire to get things right, your weight, your home, your walk, your entire life, it feels like the list is never-ending, the dream to be enough seems always out of reach.
The girl you’ve been longing to become again, carefree and without the weight of the world is not an option now as the responsibilities pile up and the bills beg to be paid.
Friend, when you’re tired of trying you need to keep going.
The pressures of the world are not going to end. There will always be another battle to fight, one more load of laundry to fold, a different kind of stressful situation, and many other things to get right.
Our family is walking through the long transition of a move, a holiday without a certain critical relationship, days that are lengthy and long-demanding, and the pressures we put on ourselves.
But there is also a hope we need to cling to as we enter Advent with worn down hearts and weary souls.
The Lord who came as only part of Himself, the one who birthed as a newborn with clinched fists and cries of surprise as He entered the world with mere humans as parents, He came for YOU.
Jesus lost part of His all-encompassing God-power to become a fully human babe with His Father’s eyes and the Holy Spirit’s satisfying grace.
He was gifted to a teen-age girl who had no idea what God was asking her to do, but she bowed anyway and said, Let It Be Me.
So with our never-ending Christmas lists and the need to get it right let’s remember how we have a hope and a home to find comfort and peace in right in our hearts.
Walk through this season with the knowledge that you are worth the Savior of the world leaving His rightful place and believe He will carry you through every trying trial.
Join me this Christmas season as I share my thoughts and bible journaling while working through Ann Voskamp’s The Greatest Gift Advent devotional.