On Christmas Eve, I went to two worship services at two churches.

I wasn’t sure it would work with my schedule, but I was grateful. I both needed and wanted to attend them—not because I was in a bad place but because I was in a good place.

I am so thankful for the past year. It included many struggles and adjustments, but both grew me and helped me clarify my faith as I trusted God. There is something so peaceful and grounding about Christmas Eve services even if they differ in style. I knew they provided the opportunity for me to worship the one who provided for me in the past and I can trust for the future.

I wasn’t a spectator. I was a participant—not with people around me as much as with God. He can always claim “I’m here.” But me? I’m not always fully engaged. I don’t always acknowledge and appreciate him. But he had prepared me to be fully present in those services. Music struck a chord deep within me. Words claimed the truths and promises I stood on through the year. Prayer invited him to keep me in check. I committed to trust him even more deeply. In every way, I worshiped him.

Every day is not Christmas Eve, but can’t we keep a glimpse of it with us always? After all, God’s presence and promises don’t change throughout the year or history. And I can worship him any day at any time.

So can you.