Do you find it easy to forget the meaning of Christmas in all the busyness of this season?
I can find myself striving, in all the busyness of everything going on, forgetting what it really means.
God come close to us.
God with us.
God Who loves us so much that He became one of us.
God Who created the whole universe, and yet He made Himself tiny, to make a way for relationship with us.
He spoke the stars into being, and holds everything in His hands, and yet He made Himself so small… opened Himself up to hurt. Allowed His heart to break. For people like me, who have rejected Him.
What kind of love is that?
And how much could that mean for my life today?
So often, I feel like I have to perform perfectly to be accepted by Him. Especially in the busy Advent season.
But I’m beginning to realise that He is just here. With. Me.
Loving me, all the time.
I’m a perfectionist, and I can end up striving, performing… thinking that He isn’t close unless my performance is perfect: unless I’m holding all the pieces together perfectly.
But the truth is that it’s nothing to do with my performance.
It’s All. About Him.
God became a baby to grow up and die on a cross for my sins, so that I could be forgiven and be given the righteousness of Christ.
All He wants is humble surrender and repentance and trust in what Jesus did for me.
He loved me enough to make huge sacrifices to be with me.
And He loves me enough to be with me right now.
In all the busyness of the Advent season. In all the sin and mess and failure. Trusting in His righteousness, and not my own.
Immanuel.
God. With. Us.
Loving us.
Wanting relationship with us.
With us.
Right now. 😉
Caroline Abblitt 