When Jesus Moves In: An Advent Reflection
The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood. —John 1:14, The Message When Read More
Recently we woke to tiles buckling in our floor. Living in Florida, my first thought was, Could a sink hole be forming? By the time we had to leave for work, I was reassuring my husband, “I don’t know what this is. I know I can’t handle this, but God can. Everything will be okay. God’s got this!” I left with a sense of peace.
That peace comes from years of physically putting things in the box I wrote about in today’s devotion. My relationship with God has grown to the point where now I can pray and trust. I no longer need the box that once helped me to learn to trust in God’s promises. The picture I share is of an empty box that sits on my desk. It’s a pretty reminder of the old box I used to use and of trust, grace, peace, and above all, the love of God, my Father.