I haven’t blogged in days, no weeks, no months! Yikes. To be
honest, I allowed myself to get overtaken by events. I have been busy, but that is no excuse. On
the other hand there are many things I have actually written about, but the
time to share them is not yet right. I have learned to follow the leading of
God on when to speak about certain things, and when to hold my peace until I
get a green light. Timing is everything. Having said that, thank you to all who
have written asking me why I have not posted anything in a while. Trust me, I
need and appreciate the pressure.
Yesterday was Christmas Day. This year I purposed in my
heart to have a most amazing time. The last two years an air of melancholy has
surrounded me every time Christmas came knocking. I felt hopelessness. The year
that my Pa’ died (did I just say that? He died)- anyway, that was one sad
Christmas. I did not understand what the cheer was all about. He had always
ensured that this one day in the year would be most memorable for us, and so
when I realized that for the first of many Christmases he would not be with us,
my heart was an inconsolable flood of tears.
Last year was just okay. Uneventful. It could have been any
other day except for the food and family. This year I asked God to re-awaken
not just the love of Christmas, but the celebration of Christ in my heart. Jesus,
the treasure of heaven. And so I decorated, planned, and
thoroughly enjoyed Christmas day.
I know what it feels like to see the world celebrate, while
you roll over in bed wondering what the fuss is about. I have been there. I
know how crazy it is to nurse a broken heart when all around you are lights and
gifts. And food. And laughter. I’ve been there.
But I also know that the one whose birth we celebrate on
Christmas day is the Prince of Peace. Healer of our hearts. Lifter of our
heads. Emmanuel, God with us. He is the Chief Priest who sympathizes with our
weaknesses. Shed off whatever is holding you back and reach
out for His hand.
While my broken place has been as a result of grief, yours may
be different. A broken marriage. A miscarriage. An addiction. Loneliness.
Failure. Joblessness. It does not matter. Christ can redeem you from any form
of pain. My prayer for you beloved is that you will know that when you call Him,
Jesus, He hears you. He sees you. He loves you. You’re His absolute favorite- the apple of His eye. He intercedes for you. He protects you from so many
things you will never even know! He restores your soul. He moves heaven for
you. Whatever it takes, He will do- just for you.From my heart to yours,
Kambua M.
