Christ meets me where I am.
Today, I release the need to be strong in places where my heart is tired.
I honor the tenderness I carry—the grief that still misses, the love that still aches, and the memories that rise quietly this Christmas season.
I welcome Christ not as a fixer of my pain, but as a presence within it.
I allow Him to sit with me in what is unresolved, to hold space where words fall short, and to remind me that I am not alone in this moment.
I give my body permission to soften.
I breathe peace into the places that have been holding too much for too long.
Healing flows not through endurance today, but through gentleness, compassion, and rest.
Wholeness meets me exactly where I am—not in perfection, not in expectation, but in acceptance.
I am whole even while grieving.
I am held even while waiting.
I am loved even when this season looks different than I hoped.
Just as Christ entered the world quietly and humbly,
light is entering my life again—softly, faithfully, right on time.
Love and light to all… and so it is.
— Rev. Angela Joy July