Christmas: When God Came Close to Me

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. John 1:14

Every Christmas, I find myself looking back at moments when God came close to me. Not in the big triumphs, but in the quiet, ordinary places where I felt unsure, tired, or a little empty. Somehow, Jesus has a way of showing up right there—gentle, patient, steady. Christmas reminds me that the God who entered a borrowed stable is not embarrassed by the messiness of my life. He steps into it. He always has. And when I slow down long enough, I can trace His fingerprints on seasons I once thought were barren.

And as I think about the people around me—family, friends, neighbors—I realize how many are quietly longing for someone to come close to them. Not with answers, not with perfection, but with presence. The way Jesus has met me over the years becomes the way I can meet others. Christmas isn’t just a story I celebrate; it becomes a way of life I practice. God came near to me… so I can risk coming near to someone else.

What if…this Christmas, I simply looked for one person who needs what Jesus has given me—gentle, steady presence—and offered it without hurry or fear?

Sharing the journey with you,