There’s a picture resting on our mantle this holiday season that has spoken to my weary heart. It simply reads “Oh Holy Night”.
As I wrestle here this Christmas morning trying to find peace with the quiet in our home, I have been gently reminded that this season was birthed out of abnormal circumstances.
Nothing was right in Mary’s world either, which made things perfect for the miracle that was going to take place.
Although the setting was terribly wrong; God chose her, that stable, that route, and that plan to change the world.
And as much as we attempt to wrap things up and place on our pretty bows on things, there’s still a bittersweet sense that all is not right, just yet.
So I graciously accept that this calm and quiet is the perfect plan He has for me.
(and the hottie sitting at the end of the couch is the best gift of all).