This is the fourth Christmas I’ve had the privilege—the supreme, delirious, wondrous gift—of being with child.
Pregnancy and Christmas go together in a special way. Like peanut butter and jelly. Green eggs and ham. Cookies and milk. One helps you better appreciate the other.
In light of Christ’s love, God’s providence, the Spirit moving, I can feel fully the joy of carrying life. He came, Emmanuel, and so I have no fear, only pure thanksgiving. Even as I await the 20-week ultrasound, which always leaves my heart beating little hiccups of wonderment, I have no need of anxiety. God is good. My child and I are in His capable and loving hands.
But pregnancy also helps me value Christmas anew.
I must be slower these days and deliberate. Being full of life makes me stop to savor the one I’m living, to realize I am limited, and to let it be enough.
I am enough.
This beautiful truth: We are enough. This life, this season, this joy is enough. So much so that He came to be a part of it, to preserve it—and us—unto eternity.
May you savor the joy, even if you taste it with salt tears.
May you live secure, fearless, in the knowledge that you are enough and that He is enough for you.
A very blessed and Merry Christmas!!