12/18/2025
PERSPECTIVE
This year has been hard for so many of us. When life looks different than it used to, itās easy to focus on whatās missing to feel the weight of unmet expectations and what isnāt.
But when I pause⦠when I hold this year up to the light of Truth⦠Iām reminded of something sobering:
There are people who have never known Christmas parties or warm kitchens filled with baking.
Never known safe homes, present parents, healthy children, or the luxury of celebrating instead of surviving.
For them, life has always been a daily fight for safety. Fear isnāt seasonal, itās constant.
This year and the one before it have been deeply hard for me in very real ways. Still, when I step back, I canāt deny it: even here, even now, I have been profoundly blessed. If you really search for it, I bet you can find some things to notice that you have been profoundly blessed in as well.
When we open our gifts this year,
the TVs, the coats, the boots, the pursesā¦may we pause.
May we pray for those who will sleep beneath the cardboard of those boxes
for those who rejoice over discarded coats
for those who pass by a purse because survival leaves no room for brand names.
When our children forget their gifts by the evening and move on to the next want
may we pray for children whose basic needs werenāt met at allā¦
children without present parents,
children for whom even a small gift would have felt like wonder.
After we pray, may we ask God how to put faith into motion.
How to make next year gentler for someone else, not just on holidays, but on ordinary days too.
How to make ripples that reach farther than we can see.
Please hear my heart, this isnāt about guilt or shame. This is not me saying that your pain this year, or in this life does not matter⦠it does.
This is not me saying, suck it up with toxic positivity. If you know me, you know that is truly not my heart because sometimes things stink really big and we have to grieve and lament over those things. It is OK to not be OK at times. The goal is not to stay there.
These are simply my ponderings.
Some will feel unsettled.
Others will ponder alongside me.
It really is a matter of perspective.
One perspective that leads to guilt or to gratitudeā¦
to self-pity or to rejoicing even in the have-nots and grief.
I choose to rejoice.
Because despite a hard life, I have worked really hard to have post traumatic growth and thriving.
Despite a hard couple of years, Iāve been intentional to notice that God has been good to this girl in ways I canāt fully express.
As the new year approaches, Iāll keep returning to James 2:14ā18 asking how to live a life that shows up, light that can be seen, touched, and felt.
Because love looks like something.
Because beauty rises from ashes.
Because small acts, done with a selfless heart, can change the world. And if it does not change the world, it can at least change the world for one person.