R for Remembered.
...and Redeemed!🎄
Two songs come to mind as I write this:
"Behold, what manner of love
The Father has given unto us,
That we should be called
The sons of God."
"What would I do without Your love?
I feel the warmth of Your arms around me.
Look what You've done already."
It doesn't make sense—no matter how much I think about it—that someone would give up their only child to adopt people who wouldn’t even like Him. People who wouldn’t accept His love.
And yet, God did just that.
I can’t seem to wrap my mind around it. That someone would leave His glorious throne in heaven to come to this broken earth. To make it even more humbling, He was born in a manger, surrounded by sheep.
I’ve thought a lot about God’s love this year, and I’ve realized that at the core of it lies a transformative power. It’s not just a love that forgives—it’s a love that changes. It takes you from being a lowly, sinning slave to being a beloved child. A precious son. An heir.
I’ve seen this transformation in my own life.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, my tastes and desires began to change. Things I used to crave lost their hold on me. And before I knew it, I looked back and wondered:
How did I get here?
What have I done to deserve this love?
Why do I deserve this love?
Every single day this year, even in the midst of chaos, I felt the warmth of God’s embrace. Some days, all I could do was look up at the sky and smile, overwhelmed.On other days, it felt "too much," like my heart might burst from the sheer magnitude of His love.
Today is one of those days.
I’m in awe of the depth and magnitude of God’s love. During the sermon this morning, my dad said, "Christmas is a sign that God remembered the world. God saw that world needed help. The world needed redemption and so, He sent His son."
Those words struck me and brought back memories of all the times I’ve seen proof that really, God is mindful of me.
Even yesterday, I prayed a simple, almost silly prayer before falling asleep. I didn’t even take it seriously—it felt so small. But when I woke up, the prayer had been answered. It wasn’t until later that I even remembered I had prayed about it.
Who am I, God, that You are so mindful of me?
You gave up Your only Son for me, and yet You still answer my smallest, silliest prayers.
Moments like these remind me that God’s love isn’t something I can ever earn or fully understand—it’s a gift. A gift I can only receive with gratitude and humility.
And that’s what Christmas truly is: the celebration of a love so vast and unrelenting that it entered our brokenness to restore us. A love that doesn’t just see the world but sees us, individually.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop being amazed by this love. I hope I never do. Because it’s in these moments of wonder that I remember who I am: loved, cherished, chosen.
This Christmas, I’m reminded once again that God didn’t forget the world—and He didn’t forget me.
Merry Christmas, my love!💗
I'm so glad to celebrate Christmas with you, it's such a perfect gift!🥺