First of all, yay for vacations. And boo for places that don’t have free wi-fi. Hence, the lack of blogging the last 4 days.

I did read an Advent devotional that pretty much rocked my world. It’s from a fantastic little book called The Christ of Christmas by Calvin Miller. It’s a 31-day devotional that covers the month of December. I shamelessly urge you to go out and buy it today.

The devotional I read centered on Elizabeth, who was geriatric and pregnant, and Mary, who was a virgin and pregnant. Two opposite ends of the spectrum, yet still recipients of the miraculous. The glorious impossible.

Like when you were once dead in sin and to every thing that really mattered in life, including God, but now you are gloriously more alive than you’ve ever been and awake to all the riches God has for you. Glorious impossibilities.

Like when you were stamped with failure and disaster, but God stamped you with His own signature, making you priceless, and called you BELOVED. Glorious impossibilities.

Or when you were a stranger and alone and had no one who understood you or your pain, but God has given you a forever family who walks with you through every possible joy or trial, where your joys are multiplied and your sorrows divided (my kind of math). Glorious impossibilities.

Like where the King of the Universe whom creation and everything in it could not possibly contain coming down as a tiny fetus into the womb of a 13-year old. This same God who knows your name, who saw your face in your darkest moment of weakness when even you couldn’t love yourself, and loved you and thought you were worth dying for.

Glorious impossibilities. The kind that you will see every day of your life if you keep your eyes open to all that God is up to in and around you. The kind that He will accomplish through you if you just give Him the tiniest bit of room to work and offer to Him the frailest of agreements.

The kind that made the Christmas season a reality.