Holiday Devotional - December 16, 2016

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My Christmas - A Love Letter To Our King

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. John 1:14

Father of my longing soul, how I desire to be near you. I am painfully aware of my brokenness and need for you, but with joyfulness, I see your cross. A cross covered with grace, so available that I am made new each morning. I'm here, Lord, take all of me. Consume me today. All of my thoughts, my actions, my words, my deeds, they all belong to you. Make them rightfully yours.

I confess Lord, as Christmas approaches, my soul wrestles with being in this world and not being consumed with the busyness this season can bring. I desire to be still, to take time to draw you in. I want to be filled with you this advent season… to hear and see you in everything I do. My heart yearns to be reminded of your Son each morning as I rise, keeping in mind that you are the author of Christmas. You are my Christmas father.

I hear the carols, Father, yet I desire to hear your whispers instead. When I smell the fresh fragrance of the tree, may I remember the newness of your mercies each day. As the warmth of the oven baking sweet sugar cookies warms my home, remind me of the ways you warm my soul, by breathing your grace on me with each passing day. Thank you, Father. As I dress my children in the red colors of the season, may I be reminded of the crimson blood you shed for the safe-keeping of my soul. When I'm given the invitation to fellowship with friends and family over a feast of sweet and savory dishes, would you quicken my heart to the way you satisfy my endless hunger for you. Father, you satisfy my deepest appetite. The kind that fills me up with a rich and lasting joy. These longings, Father, they are Christmas to me. You are my Christmas. Grant me these things, Abba, that I may radiate with you this Christmas.

I think of how the timing of the celebration of your nativity comes during the winter. A season of cold, windy, and sometimes blisteringly harsh days. A season that is often full of grey skies and less sunshine. A time when I am tempted to withdraw and stay in. Wait… all at the same time, the merriment of your birth… it comes with an uplifting, freeing, and everlasting joy that awakens my soul to birth! To freshness and shouting… to remembering your rescue of this world and the darkness turned to light! Rejoice! I am made new by your birth. I am re-birthed. Father, this is my Christmas.

I read in John 1:14 that "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth." You became flesh among us, Father, the very meaning of Christmas. How my very being longs to see your glory this Christmas. May you be present within me, Father, in my coming and going. In your precious Son's name I ask these things of you, and rejoice in you… my Christmas. Amen.

Amanda Martin