The house was clean and quiet this morning when I got up. I sat in my favorite chair, cradling my beloved cup of coffee and gazing at the twinkle lights on the tree. The quiet of the house hung in the air and sank deep into my soul. And I breathed in the peace of it. It is good to be still and silent before the Lord.
The last two Christmases were hard and chaotic. Life was hard and chaotic. Such a contrast. Hope was fragmented. And it felt like awe and wonder filled everyone’s home but ours. As we waited in darkness, weary and broken, our suffering caused us to long for the Light. My heavy heart echoed the words of the Psalmist as he cried out, “How long, Oh Lord?” But though we couldn’t see it, God was breathing life and purpose into our weary souls as He prepared us for something better.
The path to restoration is paved with discomfort, but God has brought healing. Wholeness. Safety. Intimacy. Truth. And a beautiful dependence on Him as we cling to His promises with nothing to offer except our need. As He gives our hearts direction and gently reminds us to love the things that He loves, we find every promise a resounding ‘yes’ in Him.
As we see the curse rolled back and the shadows retreating, it causes us to take a holy pause this Christmas and ‘ponder anew what the Almighty can do’. To look upon Him with awe and wonder, to be amazed that He who came as a babe knows our frailty, and to remember that upon Him was the chastisement that brought us peace. It is by His wounds that ours are healed.