The meanderings of a promise can sometimes look like being lost and forgotten. When the sight of your long-held prayer is so far gone that you barely remember to hope. When the dust of empty years overshadows the glimmer of your dream, the air now filled with the stench of doubt and expectations lowered to mere survival. Here is where God bursts through the night sky with choirs of Angels and brilliant stars. Here is where Heaven comes to earth.
Here in the messy, dingy, lowliest place of broken humanity, is the place of promise fulfilled. Every detail wrought in majestic perfection.
Your hope is not forgotten dear friend, you cannot see it yet, but your joy and peace are not lost.
To read more, come join me over at Meredith Bernard’s farmhouse table as we ponder the beauty of the Nativity. How Holy and Faithful is our God to redeem every broken part of our vulnerable selves. I’ll bring the coffee – you bring the love!