Longing

I’ve never wanted Jesus back quite as much as I do this Christmas season. And it’s hard for me to accept that as a good thing. The longing comes from the heartache that the last few years have brought: the messiness and brokenness of family, the deaths of beloved family members, the growing frailty of my grandparents. The fragility of this life and the effects of sin in this world have never seemed more real to me. I would give anything to have the past few years reversed – anything except my growing awareness of how much I need Jesus. How could I not long for this?

For to us a child is born,

to us a son is given;

and the government shall be upon his shoulder,

and his name shall be called

Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,

Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Of the increase of his government and of peace

there will be no end,

on the throne of David and over his kingdom,

to establish it and to uphold it

with justice and with righteousness

from this time forth and forevermore.

The zeal of the Lord of hosts will do this.

-Isaiah 9:6-7

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