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Here We Are.

It's Christmas time. 

My favorite time of the year. 

It's been a tough year. A year full of discomfort. Growth. Pain. Love. I've never known a year like 2016.

But it's good.

Reminded me I was still alive. 

Still capable of experiencing this life in full color. Vibrant color.

And the scary/exciting thing is that it's not over just yet. I'm not out of the woods just yet. So it could get worse or it could get better but either way, today I celebrate the birth of my Savior.

Everything stops for just a moment and I worship the King that came for me. I find such rest and peace in that.

This morning I thought about Thomas. The one who doubted that Jesus appeared to the disciples after the resurrection. 

He told them he wouldn't believe that Jesus appeared unless he himself was able to touch the scars in His hands, the wound in His side.

And how lovely of Jesus, to show up 8 days later, just to Thomas. Them alone. At this point Jesus did what He needed to do on Earth. He went through it all. Why does He need to prove Himself to anyone or anything? He is God. He just rose from the dead. 

And yet here we find Him.

Appearing to Thomas.

Not just appearing and saying "Hey, why are you being ridiculous? Clearly I'm God, okay."

No.

Instead He invites Thomas to touch His scars.

“Then he said to Thomas, "Put your finger here, and see my hands; and put out your hand, and place it in my side. Do not disbelieve, but believe."” John 20:27 ESV

That's Jesus. That's who He is. He came to Earth, as a baby. 

One hundred percent God. One hundred percent man. 

Inviting us who don't believe to touch His scars. To show us that He knows our pain.

He knows our struggle. He knows our long lasting marks.

It's amazing to me that after the resurrection, the scars of the Lord remain. They don't magically wipe away. They remain.

And I wonder if while He's seated at the right hand of the Father contending for us, He looks down at His hands and remembers. He looks at His side and remembers.

And then contends for us even harder. More passionately. 

Because that's my God. My Savior King.

The one who, in my darkest hour, then, now and forevermore. In my hours of unbelief, He says come, touch my scars.

Touch me where it hurt. And know that I understand. 

And in return He touches us where it hurts. 

I love you Lord for that. Thank you for coming to Earth. Thank you for all that you've done for me and my family and my friends and anyone I haven't even met yet.

You are truly more than I could ever ask for. 

And today I celebrate your birth, I celebrate your scars, I celebrate the fact that you are mine and I am yours. 

And nothing could separate me from your love.