Christmas Eve: The Pause Before the Miracle

Christmas Eve: The Pause Before the Miracle

As this Christmas Eve comes to a close, I sit with the quiet truth of what today has really been about. Not the noise, not the rush, not even the traditions, but the invitation to slow down and remember why this night matters.

Christmas Eve is the pause before the miracle. It is the stillness before the light breaks through. It is a reminder that God did not come in power or spectacle, but in humility, closeness, and love. A servant King born into simplicity, inviting us to do the same.

Tonight I am reflecting on what it means to serve and to listen. To pour into others, but also to allow myself to be poured into. I am grateful for the conversations that matter, the ones that do not fix everything but soften the heart.

I am grateful for Barbi, who listens to me when my mind feels like a battlefield. When my focus drifts away from Jesus and the reason for the season, she gently brings me back, not with pressure, but with her presence. Her steadiness reminds me that love often shows up as patience, listening, and quiet strength.

I am grateful for Bella Love. Her voice and insight remind me that faith is alive, growing, and meant to be shared. Tonight her words were not small. They were thoughtful, honest, and full of light. A reminder that sometimes the greatest teachers are sitting right beside us.

Christmas Eve is not about having it all together. It is about remembering who holds us together. It is about choosing presence over performance, service over self, and listening over noise.

As I sit here tonight, I am asking myself where am I being invited to serve more quietly? Where do I need to listen instead of striving? And how can I carry the heart of this night into tomorrow and beyond?

Because Christmas does not end tonight.

Tonight, it begins here.