He’s more than wonderful

Wonderful.

Counselor.

Mighty God.

Prince of Peace.

Wonderful.

Please, let this season reflect your name—

a season full of wonder, because it’s who you are.

You are wonderful.

But Lord, how do I call it wonderful,

when the weight of life feels anything but?

How do I tie ribbons around heartache

or drape sorrow in the glow of Christmas lights?

How do I sing songs of joy

when grief sits heavy in my chest?

Jesus, I don’t know how to make it beautiful,

but I know that you can.

Fill these broken spaces with your wonder,

because you are wonderful.

When nothing else is.

Wonderful—

that’s the essence of your name.

It’s woven into who you are.

In the silence of the night,

when nothing feels calm or bright,

be my light.

When the grief presses me low,

when sorrow leaves me breathless,

breathe your wonder into my dust.

You are the one who transforms ashes into beauty, mourning into joy.

You can turn a silent night

into a song of hope,

because you are wonderful.

This season can still hold wonder,

because you are here.

And you are wonderful.

Wonderful.

In every season.

In every sorrow.

In every moment.

It’s who you are.

And it’s all I need.

Wonderful.🤍