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Light Breaks Through

In the eye of a storm, we sit, curled beside the twinkling of the Christmas tree.  Caressing her threads of scarlet...outlining each petite curve of that face in hopes of carving it into my memory...my finger sweeps over her silky smooth complexion as I watch her sleep. She looks like a porcelain doll cradled against my chest.  Her breath stills my heart while gratefulness leaks quietly down.  I hoped for this one. Begged for this one, long before she was ever conceived.  I know I don't deserve her - or any of the seven.  Yet right in the middle of fragmented hearts, tattered dreams, weariness, lost loved ones,  messy families, terrorism, shootings, a world gone mad. In the midst of it all is the face of a babe.

Hope.

Darkness visits us all.  It attempts to steal our joy, snuff out what God has planned but light always overcomes.

I remember the nights spent at my uncles ranch.  Over four hundred acres in the middle of absolutely nowhere.  In the midnight hour blackness surrounds.  Unable to even see the hand in front of my face the darkness felt heavy and suffocating.  Until I stepped outside...looked up... and stood in awe at the brilliance above.  Never in the city do you see such a sight.  Too many distractions. Yet in the chill of the mountain night with nothing else to cling to the light shines in all it's magnificence.

In our darkest moments, if we look up we too can see it.

THE light.

That's when He shines brighter than ever before.  What Satan uses to suffocate - God uses to show  his unending love.

So if your clocked in heaviness and the darkness seems too much today - Look up and see.

Hope.

Until then...
Jessie
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