The Christmas season is my favorite. I love the decorating, the lights, the excitement in the air—but more than any of that, it always draws me to reflection. It reminds me of my desperate need for a Savior. I know Christianity can be misunderstood, and I certainly carried some of those misconceptions myself before I truly believed. But the faith isn’t about being perfect or having it all together. It begins with brokenness. It begins with people who recognize they cannot save themselves. And it begins with a God who steps into our mess—not because we are put together, but because we aren’t. I didn’t truly grasp the Gospel—or the power behind it—until the Lord let me fall so hard that I finally recognized my desperate need for rescue. I still remember the moment my mess collided with God’s grace. It was at my rock bottom, when I felt empty, ashamed, and out of answers. Yet that’s exactly where the Lord met me—full of love, mercy, and compassion. That moment changed everything. It was t...