There is a chill in the air, stillness. My children and mom are snug in their beds. The light has yet to break through.

“A thrill of hope…”

I was awakened with that thought.

I remembered this piece I had written six years ago and pulled it up. In it, I refer to 2017 being a challenging year, globally and personally. While I remember some of the events, I found comfort in the fact that only a few still remained. Time healed.

2023 has been more than I thought I could bear at times. If you look at the top five stressful events in a person’s life, I’ve walked through all of them to a degree, one two-fold.

And yet…a thrill of hope.

The transfer to a different school became an unforeseen blessing, perfectly timed. My home is peaceful. There has been physical healing for a loved one, my father is at rest.

I am hopeful.

May the things that are current challenges, fade into distant memories. May your unexpected changes become unforeseen blessings. May your day be filled with beautiful memories of those you have lost. May the thrill of hope outweigh the burdens you face today.

Wishing each of you a beautiful holiday season. Sending so much love to friends and family near and far. (Added 12/25/23)

I can’t get through the stanza without a catch in my throat and tears in my eyes.

A thrill of hope

the weary world rejoices

This year has been one challenge after another. From a global level to the very personal, this year has been one in which I’ve grown weary. There were stretches in which it seemed we could not catch our collective breath before being struck with another blow.

And yet there is hope.

We see it in small faces and large reforms. We see it in people standing up for what is right and good and true. We see people coming together to bring a meal or to hold a hand.

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

2017 has brought more than we have believed we could bear. And yet tomorrow comes, the hope renews. If you look back in the song, the words speak to a place of longing.

Long lay the world in sin and error pining,

I understand that. It is so easy to look ahead or behind, to wish, to wonder. To get caught in the place where we are not cherishing, not fully loving, not fully living. We want more, we want relief. Perhaps you’re feeling paralyzed by circumstances, perhaps you feel unworthy or incapable of change. And then, the change comes.

Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.

With his appearance, comes the knowledge of our absolute worth. Despite choices in our past, despite the voice that breeds doubt and shame. Despite circumstances, status, wealth or any other measurement that so easily distracts us from the meaning of our time here on earth. No matter where you are this season, you are worthy. It is a message I need often need to hear.

Whether the celebration of Christ’s birth is part of your faith or your holiday, the last stanza of the version by John Sullivan Dwight challenges us to be the change we need to see in this world. In 2018, I challenge you and myself to love, to fight for the oppressed, and to live in peace with one another. Merry Christmas, friends.

Truly He taught us to love one another;

His law is love and His gospel is peace.

Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother;

And in His name all oppression shall cease.

Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,

Let all within us praise His holy name.

Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,

His power and glory evermore proclaim.

His power and glory evermore proclaim.