Its been one of those years. Big. Awesome. Challenging. Wonderful. Hard.
Its been one of those years that takes it out of you a bit. Like the end of a marathon… when you know you’ve accomplished something great… but it feels like you’ve just taken a massive beating.
Not that I would know, having never run one. But I ran a 10k once and in the midst of feeling like an Olympic Champion receiving a gold medal and giant bouquet of roses as I dab at my tears and listen to the Star Spangled Banner, I also felt like I’d been run over by a truck. So I can only imagine what you’d feel like after a marathon.
And what I imagine is a little like how I feel.
Good. Awesome. Great. Weary. Crusty. Dry.
And that’s why singing my baby to sleep as we road-tripped across the home of that Great Star Spangled Banner was the best thing I could ever do.
Christmas carol after sweet Christmas carol – or should I say amazing worship song after worship song – my heart melted. And was restored. And refreshed.
I rejoiced. Silent tears fell remembering that silent night.
My heart craved heavenly peace – and the One who gave His life for it.
I remembered that He does call us to come… the faithful… and the unfaithful.
Because He wants us all. He came for us all.
My heart is singing and I hope with all that is in me that THIS Christmas – this joy in my heart – will last all year.