What's messing you up right now --- isn't what matters. What matters is that nothing can mess you out of the mark of His love.
So what are we hoping for this Christmas? What are we longing for beyond the craze of commercialized Christmas, and looking forward to, before the year turns its other corner?
I don’t pretend to get it: how our world is just a tiny weeny dot in the Milky Way, or how it's just one of the 10 trillion planetary systems of the known universe and more, or that it's a mere millionth fraction of the mass of the Sun. And we may not understand it too, how there is a good Father who controls and stays in charge of everything, whether they're jeopardy or jubilee in our life.
What the doctor had written in ink, I didn’t have the power to write over it. But on the blank canvas of my inside, there stands an invitation to write my story to a different ending.
Because this is the thing --- joy isn't something that happens when sorrow ends; joy is the transformation of pain into praise.
He bends time and space and slows motions and teaches us --- Time is relative. Time is filled with paradoxes; marked with possibilities. Time lapses in ways mortals just don't get it, and multiplies in seeming moments of transience. We don't understand time the way He does.
James Dobson said it right, "babies come into the world with no instructions, and you pretty much assemble them on your own...they are maddeningly complex and there are no guaranteed formulas. Even the most intelligent professionals are struggling with their child rearing responsibilities at home..."