But life is messy. So in a real sense I've become more inclined to find a place of peace and joy in the broken distractions and messy stuff.
Because it is joy in the messy that I need and hunger for.
Christmas can be that for us. It is often hard to see the beauty of the season when all that's in front of us is broken messy and anything but joyful.
It's in this place that I remind myself of the perfect gift The baby who came wrapped in mercy and grace. The baby who came to redeem and prepare. The baby who came to bring joy out of our chaos. The baby who came to remind us how to love beyond our abilities.
The baby who came to restore the broken and messy.
So my focus can be the broken messy distractions or it can be on the grace and mercy that is wrapped so beautifully in the season called Christmas. In the baby who came and looked past time and space to bring redemption and grace.
I was sitting with a friend the other day and we were talking about the different love languages that we have. I told her that one of mine is time. I love having those small moments over a cup of coffee or a meal. Sharing life and dreams and hope and encouraging words. That I told her was a gift. I gave her my time. It cost me nothing but a cup of coffee. And we both left feeling a little more encouraged.
I want more of those moments for 2016. I'm not necessarily making any resolutions. I know I'm not good at keeping then. But if I can continue to see Jesus beyond my broken and often times messiness, than I will look for moments. Moments with people, moments with him.
Moments just many more moments.
