Hello In December

December has been a blank slate for me - like fresh snow with no tracks.  It isn't that life did not show up to give me inspiration, but there comes a time when life stands still.  We must take in what it offers when we would really prefer to run hard in any direction. Such has been my month. There was no hole in which to hide, no window offering a better view, no relief from heartache.

God had me right where He wanted me as a broken, helpless mess.  He loves things that cannot hold any value of their own aside from Him. 

Dawn arrives not a minute too soon for the lessons we must learn, nor a moment too late for survival.  We can be thankful for devastating, debilitating events that knock us for a loop and leave us in wastelands. We will always find our Maker there beside us.

Many go through struggles that last a lifetime. Some only days, with lingering effects. All of them are longer than we would like them to be. Mine brought out the worst in me. So, this Christmas my gift to Jesus is me at my worst. He actually wants that. So I'm sticking a bow on my forehead and crawling before the throne in pieces that He will mend and use for His glory alone.
My December has improved with passing days as all trials get easier with time. I am a better person having gone through it.
We are all scarred and broken people.
God sent us a Healer that our scars might have meaning one day. 

2 Corinthians 4:7  But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. 

Psalm 51:17  The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise. 

Here are some pictures of my December in the aftermath.

Anne of Green Gables in my bed.

Legos

Checkers and Chess

Monopoly marathon.

Baking Day.

My helper Elin.

And to all a good night!
Merry Christmas!