This morning, I was writing down and remembering several stories of my Grandma Alice. And I came to the realization that – Christmas still comes.
Over the past few weeks, I have prayed for those who are grieving, are in need of comfort and do not feel much like celebrating this Christmas. Now, I am in that position. But the good news is that Christmas still comes in the middle of all that is going on. The birth of a little baby that brings God as a human and foreshadows the hope of the resurrection. In this I find hope.