Overwhelmed this Christmas
I am overwhelmed.
Overcome.
By the goodness and gracious, saving love of our Redeemer.
By the kindness by which He calls us- by the truth He instills in our hearts.
By the joy. Oh, the joy! The joy to be a daughter.
I am overwhelmed by reminders.
He died for me to take my shame.
He was born to die for my guilt.
He died so I needn't ever worry again.
He died so that I may have joy! And if joy does not permeate my life, then I have lost the gravity of what had taken place.
I can give when I have nothing to give!
I can rejoice when there is chaos.
I can give thanks when cabinets are bare.
I can bask in His love.
I am overwhelmed by Him this season.
And by his people.
Who came to us with loving arms and smiling hearts and gifts covered in red and green and gold in hand.
Who covered our Christmas tree with reminders of who they are- who they are in Jesus. Who they have become to us.
Who kissed our tears and clasped our hands and paid our mortgage and filled our fridge with groceries to overflowing.
We have an abundance.
We had an abundance before.
We are overflowing now.
He is our only hope.
He gave us each other to remind us and I am overwhelmed with the word that became flesh.
The beauty of the body.
How good He is.
How good.