This Christmas is not what I expected and I’m having a hard time processing the reality of what is. My dad’s in the hospital and he might not come home. I desire to spend every waking moment with him, but I’m also a mom to three beautiful children that need me to be present. So this is hard.

I’m spent. I simultaneously feel everything and nothing all at once. But mingled in my grief is a hope and a joy that only Christ can sustain and tomorrow we celebrate his birth.

He who is mighty has done a great thing. Taken on flesh, conquered death’s sting…