Anyway, this year was another good one. I still need to put out a family newsletter. It's one of the ways I keep track of what's happened in our lives.
But, at Christmas, it's harder. I had to laugh when prepping stockings that it felt like there wasn't enough, I didn't have enough to do because there were only nine and not 11 to fill. It really did feel like I was forgetting something! And putting things out was also odd. Usually, William's and mine go under the tree since the kids take up all the couches and chairs. This time, we got the loveseat.
Overshadowing all of this was news I received on Christmas Eve. See, Death doesn't take a holiday. He knows no calendar. On Christmas Eve, a friend's son went Home to have Christmas in Heaven. And he wasn't the only child to pass in the last week. They are now free of pain, but their mother's anguish has been magnified. A poignant reminder that this is NOT our home, our ultimate destination. And I thought of many other friends who have decorated graves of little ones instead of their stockings. And once again, I am overwhelmed and in awe of the goodness of our Lord. He knew this life would bring heartache and pain, but through His love, it doesn't have to end here.
And I think that is the true Christmas miracle.
The gladness of Christmas give you hope,
The warmth of Christmas grant you love.