A grainy picture is all I have left of that last Christmas together.
I first wrote this in 2013 before our circle was broken:
Eighteen days to ponder the coming of God’s great Gift.
We know the end of the story which can make us jaded and impatient.
If for a moment we can recapture the desperate hope that was in the heart of Israel longing for Messiah and then in the next remember that He has come, we will be forever changed.
I can’t characterize many things in this grief journey as “gifts”.
But there is ONE thing: I am desperately longing for the coming again of Jesus the Christ.
The longing hope Israel felt is so much stronger in my own heart.
I understand in a very real way how much Israel hoped for His first coming. I feel it in my bones.
I wake every morning thinking, “Is THIS the day?”
Hope is what I hold on to.
It’s my lifeline.