Christmas from my viewpoint

Christmas has always held special meaning in my life. I loved the story of Mary and Holy Spirit. I loved the miracle of Jesus coming to earth. But as I grew it really took on a folklore appeal til recently. During one of my god talks with me doing most of the talking to God as usual. I was sharing my frustration about the season. I heard or considered "what if Jesus had never grown up?" I realized that i was way more comfortable dealing with baby Jesus than I was the risen Christ. If Jesus had died in any of the attempts made on him before the cross I wouldn't be saved. Or why did Jesus being risen bother me so? Then I knew, Jesus my savior was hard for me to face when I realized that he had faced every single thing I had. He went through the awkward years where nothing felt or fit right. He lived thru abandonment and loneliness maybe even thoughts of suicide but never once lost who he was. Every pain I experienced inthe height of thinking "I know everything" time- every time that he thought no one understood. This Jesus went through the frailties I normally experience and validated me. I have begun to love the man Jesus more than I could ever say. Not the idea of him, not the "fairy tales" of him. He lived and died so I could see truly see the love of one who knew not just said they knew but actually lived with every atrocity, evry tragedy, every crime, evry lost love, every broken heart, broken body, every murder from the beginning of life here, and my own individual affrontery- yet his focus was set he LOVED so much that he carried that to the cross and sacrificed in my place; in mans place for all we did, we could, and would do constantly mocking the one who loved where it defied reason or in some cases what we think sanity is. So in light of this season- thank you Jesus for defying even heavens idea of norm for me who is just now learning the cost and true depths of your love...I love you Jesus my risen Christ.

My intent

okay so here's something new. I have never been one to blog, but I love to tell stories. So join with me while he tell me a little bit about myself. And just get to know you by being open and honest. You may laugh with me. You may cry with me. And sometimes you might even want to fight for me. Most of these stories will be experiences I personally had. Some might be of my family near and far. In this journey it's all about hope, love and unending grace. Tag along if you want will be happy to have you.