Christmas Eve. The day before we celebrate Jesus entering the story.
When Jesus enters the story everything changes.
This Christmas Eve, I find myself remembering the eve in my life. Before Jesus entered the story, for the most part things weren't too horrible. I spent just under 19 years of my life getting by. Knowing a lot about Jesus, but he hadn't entered the story.
But on the true Eve before Jesus entered my story, my life was a wreck. Choices were made. Choices that had big regrets. Questions were big...
Why am I here?
What's the point?
Who am I?
What am I suppused to be doing?
Do I like what I'm becoming?
Do I believe anything?
Rock bottom.
But Rock bottom also meant the eve of something great...
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