He came with love.


As I sit here in the early morning hours of Christmas day, I meditate on this day so many years ago; Thinking of Mary a young girl, in labor while in a stable filled with farm animals and their filth (no offense to you four legged guys) preparing to give birth to The Savior of the world, but to her it was her baby boy and Joseph, a mere human blessed with the task to lead a girl whom was carrying a child that wasn’t his and to father a child that world one day save him as well.

A song that is currently on repeat (you can listen to it here) “He came with love” by Memphis May Fire, describes it so simply, He came with love. God sent his only Son to give us deliverance from our sin. Wow. I’m not a mother but I am an aunt and they say that only an aunt can love like a mother, it’s hard for me to fathom the sacrifice that God gave of His divine Son and Mary gave of her human baby boy. That’s the ultimate love right there…

Christmas is hard without my dad but doubly as hard this year because of moving from the only home I’ve ever known. I cried earlier, as I seem to be doing a lot lately, but I read a piece of scripture that is so very popular around this time and is synonymous with the Christmas season. It reads,

“All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet; The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel- which means God with us” Matthew 1:22-23

God with us.

I have read and heard this countless times but it never took on the meaning it did tonight. Even though I am missing my earthly father, I have my Heavenly father who promises to be with me. In those time like tonight, when everyone is jolly and cheerful and I’m not. He’s there. He’s in those hard, dark places and He came with love to save me and you.

Whatever the form may be, He turns all darkness to light.

Man, it’s really hard to sit and wallowing in the grief and sadness that the holidays bring when I think about the true meaning of this season.

Merry Christmas,


All that glitters.


I think Christmas lights are one of the most magical sights there is. It seems like this time of year is all about decorating your house or trees with those little fascinating lights. Y’all, let’s have real talk right now; we don’t even have a tree up this year. We’re not being all bah-humbuggy, we’ve just been packing and trying to move before the first of the year. I miss it more than I ever thought I would, I would always complain about the tree being scratchy(yes, we use a fake tree because this girl is allergic to the real thing) and so time consuming, but y’all, it was so worth that effort and now I see that. Isn’t that life though, never knowing what you have until you don’t have it anymore? I don’t think Mary was like that though. I think she knew just how amazing and life changing Jesus was going to be. That’s what this season is about. Not the buying of gifts, or trimming of trees, or singing carols. It’s about that little baby born in a stable. I think we get so caught up in the materialistic traditions that we don’t truly realize the significance of this. I’m not saying that I’m immune to this, but there is something to be said for having to focus and rely 100% on God during this season that just brings this to light. It’s a overwhelming feeling to have this revelation of sorts; God sent His ONLY son to save us all. Think about that, let it soak in… I’m not a mother of human children, yet. But speaking from Mary’s POV, how excruciatingly painful would it be to bare a child whom you know is something so precious and special and then to know that He was sent to rescue us weary sinners, yourself included, with His life?! I guess my whole point in this is how busy we get with the lights and tinsel and we overlook the whole reason we celebrate this holiday. I think when you really stop and ponder that, it puts everything into perspective a little bit. I am so thankful God sent His son. I’m so thankful for His mercy and grace that is new every morning and the joy that only comes from knowing Him. With that, I hope you have the Merriest of Christmases and remember that Jesus is the reason why we celebrate.

Much love,