it’s a season of waiting. hope. expectancy. we are on the look out for the good, the beautiful… a miracle.
for the “not enough” to become “enough”.
for the broken things to become whole.
our hearts so badly want to see it and believe and know that Jesus pierced through time and space to be present with us…our Emmanuel. that His coming made all the difference, even in the here and now.
the sparkling lights and joyous strains of music can cut deep when life feels stark.
but He whispers…keep hoping. even when all feels lost, and we stand with empty fists…
He says I am enough.
I came to fulfill every promise. so we wait
for a job, for a diagnosis, for a remedy, for answers, for restoration, for a good-bye, for an end to grief… for a way out of the wilderness. we hold our breath and hope upon hope… for heaven to come to earth. and for grace to flood over our frail , broken and needy flesh. and somehow in our waiting and hoping , it happens. Christ comes into that empty aching space to be our Emmanuel.
for Campbell … who we held for 7 short days on this earth. we wanted more days, more years…we wanted a lifetime. for you we learned to hope completely. losing you brought raw, unbearable grief but in the pain we experienced the sweet and unmistakable presence of Jesus. Emmanuel. God with us. what an unlikely way to give a gift.