This past week has been a week of expectation for me.  A week of seeing God in little details and really feeling Him close by, of sitting here trying to piece together what I think He’s doing + what He’s told me, and then having the devil give his very very very best attempt at shattering my hope.  And I’ve got to admit, it kinda worked a little bit for about 20 minutes.  Long talks with God, doubt, confusion, crying myself to sleep—all the things.  But I KNOW what God has told me.  I KNOW that God isn’t afraid to make bold promises to me, and what’s better: He keeps them.  He speaks only what is right and true to me. (Isaiah 45:19).  And I KNOW that despite my circumstances, GOD’S PROMISES STILL STAND.  His words are still true, His promises still going to happen, even if our expectations and time-frames haven’t been met.  No matter our circumstances.

More than I want my hopes and expectations met this Christmas season, I want to know God’s heart.  I want to give up and shake off everything that’s not of His heart.  That’s a painful process, but it’s beautiful.  Like giving birth, it’s messy and hard but LIFE is coming.  God is with us.  His promises still stand, today.  He is here.

Merry Christmas.

xo,

P.S. My posting through the end of the year may be spotty or nonexistent as I celebrate Christmas and New Year’s with my family.  Thanks for your patience, love, support, and for following me! I love writing for and to all of you.