Some years Christmas is little more than proof that we made it through another year. Proof we made it through our losses, our pain, our grief, our disappointments. It becomes a day to signify the year is nearly over, finally. That ahead of us lies a fresh start, a new year, a new hope. As those around us share joy and cheer, often this is all we have to cling to – the hope that next year might be somehow better, somehow easier.
But the thing is, we still have hope.
Even when our faith is small. Even when our light is dim. Even when our hands and knees bleed from the many miles we have crawled when we could no longer walk. Even when our hearts have become deserts of dried-up tears that leave our spirits parched and longing.
Even then, we still find hope.
Such is the power of the human spirit.
Such is the power of you.
Hold tight to hope and let it carry you to your tomorrow. Hope is life, hope is breath. Hope is the very thing that keeps your heart beating inside your chest, no matter how broken it may feel this Christmas.
Thank you for those who have given me hope this year, who have carried me and held me though the darker times, who have shared joy and laughter with me in the better times.
Thank you to everyone who has been with me on my journey this year and who has allowed me to be part of theirs. I’m so thankful.
Merry Christmas and much love to those who celebrate, and to those who struggle. My heart is with you all ❤️