Do you hear what I hear?

It’s difficult to complain tonight. It’s Christmas Eve!… While my heart is filled with gratitude for my family and the fact that we have survived the hardest year of our lives I lay in bed tonight with a fever. Everyone in my house has the flu and bronchitis.
… As I recall the past twelve months I was also reminded of how precious the voice of God is and has been to us, seeing us through some tough times. There was 400 years of silence between the old Testament and the new Testament. Meaning there was no voice of God to man. I can’t imagine such a silence…
Many experience depression and sadness during this time of year for various understandable reasons.
I want to remind you that during those long 400 years of deafening silence, despair, questioning their faith that it was the cry of a baby that broke the 400 years of uncertainty. Made by God.. to US.

Matthew 1:23
“The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” (which means “God with us”).
The voice that broke 400 years of silence and seclusion was the cry of a baby… The only begotten son. Jesus.

Whatever despair is clinging to you tonight just know that a coo from this baby changed the world forever. Just as his voice soothes even now. Comforts, even now. December is the day we choose to celebrate this baby. This beautiful Emmanuel.
The one who brings hope to the hopeless and light in the dark.

Merry Christmas sweet family and friends. I pray that you all have a very blessed Christmas.