I'm not usually a huge fan of Tenth Avenue North (for those of you who do not know, they are a Christian band).
I know, I should be shot. I think I tend to favor female voices over male, so it's nothing personal.
But, I heard their song Worn on the radio yesterday.
I had a really long post written and hated it.
After talking with a dear friend who has empty arms during the holidays, too, I realized I just don't want to do Christmas this year. I don't want the magic, or the warmth, or carols. I am worn. We are worn.
I just want Emmanuel, God with us, the Birth of Christ.
I want time with my Savior, away from all of the red and green and silver and gold.
I want life and redemption.
I wish I could say life as a Christian was always grounded. I wish I had faith to move mountains and praise poured from me all day long. Realistically, for me, sometimes prayers run thin and you feel like you are grasping onto air. Redemption will come, I know this well, but we are tired.
I thought this song was worth a share.
Worn by Tenth Avenue North