This morning, I sat in the rocking chair nursing our littlest baby while Lauren Daigle Christmas music played in the background. I marveled at this precious child of mine and took in his tiny eyelashes, his chubby cheeks, his perfect nose. I was suddenly struck by the reminder that Jesus came into the world just like that. He made himself that utterly dependent, that vulnerable, in order to become an incarnational presence with us. Wow. What a beautiful mystery to behold.
Ann Voskamp writes, “In this day, this season, miracles will grow within, unfurl, bear fruit. And the heart that makes time and space for Him to come will be a glorious place. A place of sheer, radiant defiance in the face of a world careening mad and stressed. Because each day of Advent, we will actively wait. We will wait knowing that the remaking of everything has already begun.”
My heart does not always feel reverence for Christ, and my mind doesn’t always believe that he truly came for us and is coming again. But I am treasuring these moments when I feel his presence piercing through the darkness of our world, and I am praying for a heart that makes space for him – Emmanuel, God with us.
A Continual Feast 