But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons” (Galatians 4:4-5). A son, born to die––heaven sent––lay swaddled in a feeding trough. “For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given” (Isaiah 9:6). Immanuel––God with us. Christ the child, through whom salvation had finally come. I will provide a way, whispered God to His beloved. I will not leave you, nor will I forsake you. For, you are Mine. A promise, whispered throughout the ages, was fulfilled in that moment through the birth of this child––this beautiful child, full of grace––the Light of the world. And on that first Christmas morn, light shone like never before into the darkness, terrifying and commanding the powers of darkness to flee. But…
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To the brokenhearted – I know you’re lonely. I know that your heart has shattered into what feels like a thousand pieces. And I too know that you’re probably wondering if the pain you feel right now will ever go away. I know this because I’ve been there. I know what it’s like to have someone ripped from your life, one terrible moment. I know how hard it is to believe they’re gone. I remember wondering if I was ever going to feel normal again––wondering how long it would take to heal. But now that I’m on the other side and many years have passed between then and now, I’d like to whisper some truth to your broken heart this Christmas, if you’ll let me. I know you may not see Him right now, but God is with you. I didn’t see Him at the time, but looking back, I now know that God was…
This is my first attempt at writing a poem. It may be absolutely terrible, but I’m putting it out there anyway. Let me know what you think (and be honest––I can take it)! Darkness strikes. We recoil in fear, pain. Loss and grief threaten to pull us under as clouds, thick and impenetrable, envelope our being. Time, they say. Time is what you need. Time will heal. Time heals all wounds. But time passes, and though pain becomes dull, it remains. In the depths it remains, hidden––poison to the soul. Anger turns bitter. Bitterness rages within, undetected by the eye but known. Deep within. We cry out, desperately seeking solace––something to ease our hurt, but find nothing. Nothing eases the broken. The bed left empty. The voice forever silenced. Laughter nevermore to be heard. And we wonder, can hearts broken mend? Years pass. Still, time has not done its duty….