That perhaps, this is what life comes down to --- not in the money we amass, or the people we impress, or that we've never messed up and we'll always be liked --- but that we come to the reality that we have been born for such a time as this.
And there's no shame in feeling the feeling, or owning the emotion, but here's the chance to be truly great:
To trust God to straighten things up that look and feel crooked.
To let grace be the antidote so anger, ageing and anxiety don't have to be.
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?
Because this is the thing --- joy isn't something that happens when sorrow ends; joy is the transformation of pain into praise.
Life will continue and your losses will not dominate, you will adjust and you’ll be stronger, you'll bounce back in life, and you'll know that there is life beyond death and resurrection happens.
The art of waiting --- isn't it about allowing the waiting to make you, letting the tango of tension to mould you, and sorting your heart so solitude can find you?
A year can feel too fast, and yourself going too slow, but there's extraordinary beauty in waking up to just be and slowing down to just see: and to be fully attentive and deeply given to the life you have been graced with and the people you have been gifted for.