Sometimes, I think about how familiar I am with this story. That an Almighty God, stepped down into earth and was born a natural way, lived a humble simple life only to die just to bridge the gap between us and Him. My familiarity leads me to forget the significance of it all. I shouldn’t be familiar with this. I shouldn’t be familiar with this love and treat it like I am entitled to it. It isn’t the case here. There is nothing familiar about another taking my place
Long time! It actually hasn't been a long time for me. I have drafted so many posts and not hit publish, because I haven't really been feeling good about my writing. I was thinking everything sort of sound the same, and my life isn't that interesting but I recently revisited a book called Big Magic [...]
“The kind of spiritual life and disciplines needed to sustain the Christian life are quiet, repetitive, and ordinary. I often want to skip the boring, daily stuff to get to the thrill of an edgy faith. But it’s in the dailiness of the Christian faith—the making the bed, the doing the dishes, the praying for our enemies, the reading the Bible, the quiet, the small—that God’s transformation takes root and grows.”
I really just want to steward this advent season well and slow down. I think Jesus has become too familiar to me and the reason for him has become almost meaningless for me. It sucks to write this but it is the honest truth. So I just want to use this time to draw near to The One, to The Light of our world, of my world. To really feel and acknowledge what His coming brings, not only to my life but all of us- joy, peace, hope and love.