The world grows still tonight.
Even the air feels sacred. Candles flicker. Voices soften. Hearts remember.
This is the night of holy waiting. The night heaven and earth touch.
God could have come in thunder.
Instead, He came as a child.
In vulnerability. In love. In peace.
Christmas Eve holds a silence that speaks louder than words. The kind of silence that invites awe. The kind that makes you want to kneel.
Writing Pause with Jesus, I learned again the beauty of stopping long enough to see Him—not rushing past the manger, but standing in wonder.
So stop tonight.
Listen.
Look.
The Savior has come. For you. For me. For all of us who need rescue and renewal.
Let that truth rest inside your soul.
Let it settle deeper than the noise.
Because this is the night when love wore skin and light shattered darkness.
