Which of you moms who have worried over a detail this Christmas would break a child’s leg or take a sledge-hammer to their bike if they took an extra cookie from the cookie jar?
Which of you would give a snake to a child who asks for a fish or a stone to a child who asked for bread?
God’s name is Mercy.
He is all good.
This year for Christmas the greatest gift is Jesus, but you and I both know there is little time to ponder the baby in a manager. There are cookies to bake, carols to sing, and presents to wrap. We make the magic happen… and He never leaves or forsakes us.
Stop beating yourself up.
Stop waiting for Him to teach you some harsh lesson.
Start right now… BELIEVING HIM.
Believe there will be enough. Trust Him to show you how to get it done or let it go. Lean into Him in line at Walmart, or on the bathroom floor while you sob and eat two more sugar cookies. No matter the state of your marriage, your juvenile delinquents, your deployed baby or husband, health, pant size or the tally in your checkbook… He has done the work, you need only BELIEVE.
Yes, you create the magic… He works the miracles.
The blood worked.
Grace is the consequence.
Eternity is the prize.
Merry Christmas!
May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11
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This post originally appeared at Sacred Ground, Sticky Floors. For more, check out Jami’s book, Stolen Jesus, available on Amazon.
