25/12/2025
💔 “It hits me harder at Christmas… knowing He always knew.”
He knew the manger would lead to the cross.
He knew the birth would lead to the sacrifice.
He knew love would lead Him into pain.
Still, He came.
Not in a palace,
but in a stable.
Not with an army,
but with a mother who had nowhere else to go.
From His first breath,
He stepped toward us—
toward the broken, the guilty, the weary.
Toward the people He knew would need Him most.
So when I look at His face in this picture—
the blood, the surrender, the mercy—
I remember:
Christmas wasn’t about a baby arriving.
It was about a Savior choosing us
before we ever chose Him.
While the world mocked Him,
He prayed for them.
While they turned away,
He stayed.
For the ones grieving this holiday.
For the ones missing someone tonight.
For the hearts that feel too damaged for joy.
“By His wounds, we are healed.” (Isaiah 53:5)
If this season feels heavy…
just look at Him.
The greatest gift ever given
didn’t come wrapped in ribbon—
He came wrapped in love
