I wrote an Advent devotional once before. I still remember the feeling as my fingers flew over the keyboard. It was pages of some of the finest writing I’d ever done; heart and soul left on the page. I was so confident God was in it, that when the feedback came, it took me a beat for to understand what I was hearing.
“It’s too…depressing.”
His words echoed in my mind all day long, until they finally solidified into a simple fear and a question that haunted me for little while too long: Oh shit. Is it just me? Am I the only one who thinks this whole think is kind of a cluster?
