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Alia Joy is an author who believes the darkness is illuminated when we grasp each other's hand and walk into the night together. She writes poignantly about her life with bipolar disorder as well as grief, faith, marriage, poverty, race, embodiment, and keeping fluent in the language of hope in...

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  1. Alia Joy,
    In many first-world countries, like the US, we really don’t see that we need a Savior. When there is no want and material abundance is plentiful, there often isn’t a deep ache in our soul. In many countries, where people have far less, their hope in Jesus is all they have and strangely, it is enough. So thankful for a Savior, who when His light shines, makes all the tinsel and glitter of fake Christmas dull in comparison to His radiance. When I bring my hurting soul before Him, I await His coming (His Advent) with great anticipation. My troubles may not disappear, but I know I have a Savior who, with His grace, will be sufficient to meet all my needs. Joining with you in dwelling in my “fleshiness” and awaiting the feast to come. Beautiful…
    Blessings,
    Bev xx

  2. Advent and wilderness go together in my thinking and in my celebration. Somehow in the desert, every little splash of color is more vivid and, therefore, more appreciated.

  3. Yes, yes, yes, friend. Advent is balm to my soul this year in particular for all of these reasons— you give them language so perfectly. I don’t have to shove my laments under the tree skirt & *only* rejoice—I can rejoice *because* I’m allowed to freely face my world’s reality, and my own, and lament in His presence, and be met by Him there. Because He’s Emmanuel.

    I love you. Thank you for the gift & sacrifice this is, here today. Peace & grace to you & may He tangibly hold your heart.

  4. Alisa Joy,
    Oh how your words and thoughts resonate with me. I lost my dad almost two years ago a few weeks after Christmas, he was suffering during the Advent season and it was painful to see. Grief is especially present with me right now. But yet so is hope- the hope that only comes through Jesus. The word He has been giving to me over and over this month is Rejoice. I’m seeking to do that, rejoicing in the gift that I so do not deserve, our Savior. Thank you, Alia, for your heartfelt and honest words that move me so deeply. I’m praying for you.

  5. Alia,
    Your posts are always so honest and beautifully written! They give voice to many a sentiment the rest of us would struggle putting into words. Thank you for sharing your heart!
    God Bless,
    M @ In Beautiful Chaos

  6. Alia, your post this morning touched me in some deep raw places and made me weep… with sadness and joy… I thank God for your ability to cut through the pretense of all we pretend to be a celebrate and speak truth regarding the hope of the Christ child and the even great hope that He will come again. Blessing on you this advent season.

  7. Hope and sadness. Joy and sorrow. They so often go together. Even in the Christmas story. Thanks for this reminder. So often we are trying to keep only the joy and hope in the forefront, that we miss the sadness and sorrow that accompany it all.

  8. There is so much truth in what you have written! This post reminds me of an experience I had right before Christmas last year; I shared it on Facebook the day it happened. “When I was walking at lunch time today, a police car pulled up blocking traffic on the street from one direction, and the officer got out to stop the traffic coming the other way. It turned out that there was a funeral procession coming from one of the side streets. I thought how horrible it must be for that family having a funeral and burial so close to Christmas and got a little teary while I was praying for them. Ironically, ‘Joy to the World’ was playing on my iPod right then, and it suddenly reminded me once again that horrible things, death most of all, are the real reason Jesus came. Christmas isn’t always a joyful time for people, and that’s why we have it; without sin and its curse, we wouldn’t have needed it. There really is joy for the world in this season, but it isn’t because everything is perfect. It’s because God made a way to fix all the imperfections.”

  9. I tried to read this yesterday on a break at work in a bustling breakroom but I should have known better: your writing is never a quick snack, it is a full, nourishing, colorful meal to be savored. I’ll be sharing this to encourage friends in this season seasoned much like yours, with grief AND hope. Thank you again for putting your heart on the page. ~ JulieB

  10. Alia,

    Society says “you can pull yourself up by your bootstraps”; “do it yourself you don’t need any help.” We live in a place & time that doesn’t see the need for a savior. We have plenty right in front of us. Sadly most don’t want to hear about Jesus. Many hardly say Merry Christmas anymore. I, though, and many like me are living in anticipation of what is to come in the next life. I can’t wait to see Jesus who left His splendor of Heaven for me & walk the streets of Gold. This world down here is dark & appears to be getting darker by the day. So much disunity, hatred & mistrust. Not the stuff of Heaven. We can rejoice in the midst of all this by shining His light in this world & knowing in our hearts that a savior was born to save us from ourselves.

    Blessings 🙂

  11. Alia Joy, I enjoyed your writing about advent! I didn’t know advent either when I was growing up either. I enjoy knowing about it now. We always need something to look forward to. I’m thankful Jesus came to earth to be with us. I’ve been reading Luke this month. Interesting journey from birth to death and then resurrection of Jesus. Looking forward to His return to earth….
    Our season of loss was grandbaby #4…20 weeks no heartbeat found in Nov. Two days later baby removed from daughter in law. Found out this week baby was a girl. Sad it happened but Beatrice is with Jesus. I often think what she’d look like. Beautiful long dark brown hair just like her 2 older sisters. My eyes just tear writing this. Won’t get to see her til later. But it’s ok. Thankful for Jesus ….our savior being born. He lived and survived as his earthly father, Joseph, followed God’s plan from dreams. No text on a cell phone! Merry Christmas, Alia Joy!!!

  12. Thank you for sharing your grief, your hope, your revelation, and a bit of your precious soul. It is a sacred trust. Walking through the final days with the grandfather who raised me, and I have wondered “what’s wrong with me?” as my emotions can’t rise to the fevered pitch of the season. Well meaning Christian friends are quick to remind me of the hope of heaven, brushing past the hurt that is happening as I watch him waste away day by agonizing day. Your words- they mean so much. Sacred. Sacred words. Thank you.
    -Jenny

  13. Alia Joy. Your writing penetrates my heart. I have a couple of chapters left in your book. I don’t want it to end.
    I am grateful you write.
    That you wrote your book. That publishers took it to print.
    Thank you many times over for sharing your life. Not an easy thing to do.
    We live in the tension with hope wrapped around our hearts.