Merry Restoration

It's been my prayer over the last 3 days, "God, restore my kids back to perfect health". They've been sick, sicker than I've ever seen, and yet still filled with glimmers of joy and hope.

See, there has been a voice humming in my ear, the talks of a terrible Christmas, the "why now", the whiny selfishness that didn't want to miss allll of those holiday parties.

But, there is an even louder voice that trumps the enemy. This mighty whisper reminds me...it's not about me anyway. It's not even about 2 precious and sick children. It's about a frightened, young, woman who said, "yes", and a God who would choose to humbly come greet us, as a baby boy. A helpless, pure, baby.

And He is enough. Beyond every sickness in my children, beyond every holiday party, even beyond Christmas eve services, He is enough for me.

So, merry restoration. A child was born to save us all...and He did! Celebrate, no matter what is in front of you. No matter what your day looks like, He is worthy.

Merry Christmas!