The Christmas season has been slowly creeping into our home over the last few weeks, so Advent settled in softly this morning. Early morning conversation across the miles, a nap (because the work of healing is EXHAUSTING), and then we had family worship around our dining room table.

It is another different kind of year. Each one seems to be building on the last. The culture of our home is different as we grow, physically, intellectually, emotionally, relationally, and spiritually. As we reflected together on this Sunday of hope, I took firm hold of the belief that by the end of this week, the end of this season, the end of this year... we will be looking forward with fresh eyes and a new perspective. Growth enables that, allows for that, and empowers that.

I pray that you had time to notice all you have to be grateful for in this past week. And as we officially step into all that comes with the transition from fall into winter, from Thanksgiving into Christmas, from then to now... I desperately pray that you know you are invincibly precious, and that we are holding out hope for you.

From our house to yours, welcome to Advent.

You are loved, friends.