Less than a week away from Christmas. I’ll be spending it with my baby boys. I’m so grateful for them. They are such lights of joy for me, even though they wipe me out. From the early morning wake up calls by Maseo (we’re talking 6:30AM, people!), to the chases around the house with Uriah (because he has decided the ONLY way to greet Gaga when she arrives, actually whenever he sees her, is to walk around behind her and swat her on the bum and then run), I have so much fun with these boys. They refresh me and I am in desperate need of refreshment. I will probably hold them a bit longer and a bit closer when I see them, thinking of those grandmas and grandpas in Sandy Hook who can no longer hold their precious babies. How the heart still hurts.
Today’s Advent devotional was a blessing.
Christmas is for freedom. Freedom from the fear of death.
Jesus took our nature in Bethlehem, to die our death in Jerusalem,
that we might be fearless in our city. Yes, fearless. Because
if the biggest threat to my joy is gone, then why should I fret over
the little ones? How can you say, “Well, I’m not afraid to die but
I’m afraid to lose my job”? No. No. Think!
If death (I said, death—no pulse, cold, gone!)—if death is
no longer a fear, we’re free, really free. Free to take any risk under
the sun for Christ and for love. No more bondage to anxiety.
If the Son has set you free, you shall be free, indeed!
<a href="http://harveststar.bandcamp.com/track/light-from-the-mountain" _mce_href="http://harveststar.bandcamp.com/track/light-from-the-mountain">Light From The Mountain by Besides Daniel</a>
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