I don't know your impossible. I don't know your fears. I don't know your situation. I don't know your tears.But I know the King and I've seen Him answer long awaited prayers. He's taken dormant dreams and woken them up. He's provided soul-care and shepherding. Resources and resilience. Care and community.
God, thank you for gifts you can wrap and gifts you cannot. You love seeing us enjoy all kinds of gifts. Thank you for your love of giving. For your love, period. Thank you for grace. For unmerited favor upon a messy, broken person like myself. Thank you for coming.
But maybe God chooses ALL kinds of people. Maybe He chooses prostitutes for His heritage and murderers for His kings and blind men for His brothers and you and me and everyone for His family. Those who never leave the church building and those who left church decades ago.