As good an Advent post as you could want:
I don’t know how to tell her that my soul is thirsty for these words I’m speaking to her. Hungry for the kind of words you can write down on paper but starving for the Word that became flesh and walked this wounded planet. I need to know He’s here. I need to know He’s in this. That He’s near to all of us who are broken. That he’s near to those who can’t seem to find the good in what He’s doing. That He’s near to the people who want to quit, who have counted the cost and are asking for their money back. That He’s near to people who are struggling to trust Him. Are you near to all of this, God?
Read the whole story of Marie Lourdes, Mrs. Hendrick, and a good father probably murdered at Sit A Spell, “When Hope Happens”.
