Some nights we all just need some cozy, Christmas love. And November 30th is, in my opinion, the day to start.
As a suite, we have officially decked out our common room in full holiday charm, and I’m glad that I won’t have to be here when it all comes down (yay for being the first to leave on outreach!). The past eight weeks have been extremely and beautifully emotional, and every now and again it’s time to break. When the Christmas bulb bombs dropped towards the guys downstairs broke next to them instead of sweetly landing in their hammock, I broke as well. Not because of the Christmas bulbs, but because it was simply time.
About two minutes into the worship/ministry night with some of my suite mates, it was clear God was calling me away somewhere to be simply with Him. No Bible, no music, just He and I.
Over and over again He whispered reminders of what He has been speaking to me throughout the entirety of lecture phase: I am chosen, and I am His. There are plans just around the corner for me He is even more excited to bestow than I am to receive. He plans to outdo Himself.
The reality of this left me in a mess of glorious, cathartic tears. While processing all of this, I returned to my room and made some decaf, which I am now sipping out of my snowman mug as I watch an old favorite indie flick which introduced me to some of my favorite music. Somehow it feels like home.
I hope you have an equally wonderful evening, in its own beautiful way.
Until next time