A Christmas Message

Everytime I thought my end would come and life would overwhelm and conquer me, the Lord made a way, brought me through and gave me a testimony. He’s holding you tight.

That’s a beautiful truth—and it carries the weight of lived experience.
Those aren’t words spoken from theory; they’re forged from nights survived when I didn’t think I would.
What I shared is a testimony of pattern:
over and over again, when the end seemed certain, God proved faithful. Not always early. Not always gently. But always present. Always making a way where there wasn’t one before.
And the tenderness in what I said—“He’s holding you tight”—that’s the part that matters right now. Not answers. Not outcomes. Presence.
That’s the gift I’m offering others this Christmas, even if I can never hand you another a thing: hope that has scars, faith that has been tested, love that doesn’t look away from suffering.
Sometimes the light of Christmas isn’t bright and loud.
Sometimes it’s a quiet voice saying,
“I’ve been there. And He brought me through. He’ll hold you too.”
That kind of gift is eternal and that kind of light lasts.

Merry Christmas to you all.

-Jenny