Dear Ruby and Judah,
You won’t know until you’re older about the tragedy that occurred this week in a small town in Connecticut. But it’s stilled my heart this week. We will talk about it someday when you learn more about the darker side of life in this world, but for now I am protecting your innocence as long as we can.
But know that it has slowed me. I have sat and carried an ache in my heart for the families there. And I have sat with you and ached over the precious gift that you are, and how life is entirely unpredictable.
I have sat, a heart-ful of advent– waiting. I have sat and thought of how much our world needs the Kingdom Jesus brought:
Love to cover hate,
Faith to keep believing even when the things around us don’t make sense,
Peace to cover strife,
Hope in moments of desolation,
Joy to come alongside sorrows
Patience to steady our deep desires for the things to be made right,
Kindness to show another way,
Goodness to shine in the darkness,
Gentleness to soothe and bind up broken hearts,
Faithfulness and trust to keep us going strong,
Perfect Love to cover fear,
and Self-control to do what is right and loving and true in the midst of a violent and harsh world.
I pray these things over you and into your lives, sweet children of mine. You are a great and wonderful gift to us.
We spent all of last nights worship service at church singing worship. And we saw the “tots” class sing “Joy to the World”…and that broke me down to tears. Sweet, beloved children.
The words of one of the song stays with me today, so I thought I would post them here.
“Come Thou Long Expected Jesus”
Come, Thou long expected Jesus
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel’s Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
“There is no pit so deep, that God’s love is not deeper still.” (Corrie Ten Boom)
“O Come, o come, Emmanuel…”