Welcome to our home and in our front door - into the mess and the joy of Christmas. Look past the dirty dishes, the dirty floors, the left over homework, the unwanted papers, the toys, the noise, the random sock and the empty diaper boxes...we live here and work and clean and school and play...but we are a mess.
We try really hard to make it all work but most days it doesn't look like it's supposed to. That truth - the reality that even with my best intentions, hardest work and best laid plans I fall short - its a hard truth. A truth that has to be dealt with by all of us. We all fall short - even in our own expectations. This grown-up human thing is hard (and it seemed hard at 13 and 23, too!) but there is HOPE that I cling to hard and it carries me - and I sing
"A thrill of Hope, the weary world rejoices" ...for yonder breaks a new glorious morn
The Hope that Jesus comes into our mess and madness and makes our messy hearts right again. My circumstances may never change, my grandkids may walk into the same house, the same mess, the same thoughts that swirl and weigh heavy BUT my heart is HOPEFUL and JOY hangs around in all of the nooks and crannies - right next to the spider webs and near the dust bunnies - filling us up and over flowing with laughter and lessons and peace in the storm. We REJOICE - weary mom, weary world - REJOICE!
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Amen
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