A Thrill of Hope

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn...

Today is the day Abbie was supposed to be born. Because of that I expected many things this morning. I expected to be distraught. I expected to grieve and cry over the absence of my daughter. I expected to not get a lot of sleep. I expected that I wouldn't wake up believing God's promises and that I would need to calm down and breathe before I could receive their truth.

These things didn't happen. Except for the little sleep part because in true Shelbie fashion I'm writing this at 3 am, don't let the time stamp fool you. (Don't worry, I fell back asleep for a little but and am about to make a pot of coffee.)

Today I woke up full of hope! There's peace and joy in my heart. There's even a little smile on my face. Even though today is the day that my daughter won't be born, today is the day that my Savior was born!

Today is the day that prophecies and promises we're fulfilled. Today is the day that the weary world rejoices!

I'm weary, are you? We can rejoice! Jesus' birth brought hope. Hope for redemption. Jesus' death and resurrection bought that redemption. The trials we face here on Earth are not the end. This is not the end!

I'm sad. I miss my daughter. But my friend gave me a magnet with this written on it:
"Our child's first breath was the pure air of Heaven. Our child's first sight was His great light. Our child's first steps were upon the golden streets. Our child's first words praised her Creator."
How beautiful is that?

Abbie is running around enjoying the presence of her Savior, celebrating His birth and all that brought. Today I'm going to do the same. And there might be some tears sprinkled here and there because I miss her and that's just reality, but my reality is also one where Jesus has been born and he has redeemed me. My reality is also full of hope. My  reality is  also one where these seemingly impossible trials are actually light and momentary afflictions that aren't worth comparing to the glory that is to come! One day I too will breath the pure air of heaven, see God's great light, walk on those golden streets, and praise my Creator in his presence all because of my Savior who was born today. And that's worth a little excitement!

Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees, come hear the angel voices

Oh night divine, oh night when Christ was born


Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is grace 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

Fall on your knees, come hear the angel voices Oh night divine, oh night when Christ was born Oh night divine, oh night, oh night divineA thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn...

Today is the day Abbie was supposed to be born. Because of that I expected many things this morning. I expected to be distraught. I expected to grieve and cry over the absence of my daughter. I expected to not get a lot of sleep. I expected that I wouldn't wake up believing God's promises and that I would need to calm down and breathe before I could receive their truth.

These things didn't happen. Except for the little sleep part because in true Shelbie fashion I'm writing this at 3 am, don't let the time stamp fool you.

Today I woke up full of hope. There's peace and joy in my heart. There's even a little smile on my face. Even though today is the day that my daughter won't be born, today is the day that my Savior was born!

Today is the day that prophecies and promises we're fulfilled. Today is the day that the weary world rejoices!

I'm weary, are you? We can rejoice! Jesus' birth brought hope. Hope for redemption. Jesus' death and resurrection bought that redemption. The trials we face here on Earth are not the end. This is not the end!

I'm sad. I miss my daughter. My friend gave me a magnet with this written on it:
" Our child's first breath was the pure air of Heaven. Our child's first sight was His great light. Our child's first steps were upon the golden streets. Our child's first words praised her Creator."
How beautiful is that?

Abbie is running around enjoying the presence of her Savior, celebrating His birth and all that brought. Today I'm going to do the same. And there might be some tears sprinkled here and there because I miss her and that's just reality, but my reality is also one where Jesus has been born and he has redeemed me. My reality is also full of hope. My  reality is  also one where these seemingly impossible trials are actually light and momentary afflictions aren't worth comparing to the glory that is to come! One day I too will breath the pure air of heaven, see God's great light, walk on tho see golden streets, and praise my Creator in his presence all because of my Savior who was born today. And that's worth a little excitement!

Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining

It is the night of our dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees, come hear the angel voices
Oh night divine, oh night when Christ was born


Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is grace 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

Fall on your knees, come hear the angel voices
Oh night divine, oh night when Christ was born
Oh night divine, oh night, oh night divine

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