psalm 116

This Christmas…

There’s a strange feeling of anticipation lingering somewhere in my gut.

Not really the fluttery kind, like how I used to feel the night before Christmas when I was a kid, or the way it feels when you’re about to see a special friend.

I am simply convinced that Jesus is coming tomorrow.

It’s been a rough year. That’s not to say that it’s been a bad year, but it was definitely challenging. I cried a lot. Hated myself a lot. Questioned my faith a lot. And I understand that it was all necessary, and I do see ways that I have grown this year…

But I need Jesus, and He’s coming tomorrow, and I feel at the edges of my brain that good things are on their way. It seems that everything’s going to be okay after all, things are going to get better, and after months and months of feeling like I’m wandering in circles in the dark, Jesus is coming and He’s going to turn the light on and open some windows and air me out so that I can finally breathe.

Merry Christmas, friends. Happy birthday, Jesus. Thank You for coming and giving me hope and rescuing me.