Advent, Christmas

Advent and the Family

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son . . . John 3:16

As I think about Christmas and God’s great gift to us, I find it meaningful that Jesus came to a family. He came as an infant to Mary and Joseph, to the family unit. From the beginning, starting in Genesis, God planned the family unit.

We have fractures and brokenness in family life, but it is God’s design for nurture. Jesus came to heal the brokenness. The church family is called to be a place of healing.

My daughter and her husband are taking in two children for foster care, hoping to adopt. This is a stretching experience. We have limited insight into the heritage and health history of the children. We simply know that they need a loving home.

It gives me joy to see my daughter and son-in-law welcoming them into their home. I am blessed in being able to help. As I swaddle and feed the baby he cuddles up against me.

And so I have new insight. As part of a church family my willingness to extend love needs to be stretched. God’s desire is for us to bring healing to those in need.

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Carol

Carol is a follower of Jesus and a wife, mom & grandma. She worked for many years as a childbirth nurse and prenatal educator. She recently retired from clinical work. She has written articles for nursing journals and devotionals. Her novel, Aliisa's Letter, was published in 2010 and she is currently working on another project.

4 thoughts on “Advent and the Family”

  1. Carol, I sure identify with your daughter and her husband; while we can’t foster or adopt (my PTSD is not a good thing for an adult to see,much less a child), we do our best with dogs…and have never turned one away, however sick or challenged. As I write this there are six sleeping within eight feet of me, and this in only in one room.

    I’ve seen enough of killing in my life. Life is now about, “Here, you’re safe…you’re home!”

    Barb thinks that if I could I’d have a couple of refugee families living with us, too.

    She’s right.

    #1 at FMF this week.

    https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2017/12/your-dying-spouse-417-caregivers.html

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