This can be a hard time of year for some.
It may be the first year someone is celebrating without a mom, dad, sister, brother, friend. It may be the first year someone is struggling with cancer or a new diagnosis.
It’s at this time of year I try my best not to forget those who may be broken. It’s this time of year I do my best to remember those with heavy hearts and sad songs.
Christ is bigger than our brokenness.
When I was first diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I was utterly devastated. My world shattered and I no longer knew who I was.
It took nearly a year of battling on-and-off depression and trying to gauge my moods and medicines to feel normal, whole and well.
Some days I still feel absolutely wrecked — I remember dreams that simply will not come true, I remember friendships that will never be the same.
Yet, Christ came and met me in the darkest valley. He walked alongside me to the mountain top.
And thank God that He was gracious enough to give us this wholly human, wholly divine version of himself in the form of this tiny, humble baby.
“A thrill of hope.”
That’s what the hymn “O Holy Night” calls the Savior’s birth. It says “the weary world rejoices.”
I feel absolutely blessed to be able to have a thrill of hope to celebrate, to expect, to cherish during this time of year. A time of year that can be so joyful yet so somber.
A time of year that can be heart breaking and life giving.
Dear friends, please remember Jesus is greater than your brokenness.
Don’t be afraid to let him enter in, to calm your spirit and soothe your soul. Don’t be afraid to kneel at his feet, to petition and plea and pray for more, for better, for goodness. For a happier, fuller, more lively 2018 than 2017. For peace on earth and goodwill toward men.