There is so much to be thankful for, but this is where it gets hard my friends. Unpacking Christmas totes isn’t just pulling “things” out of a box, it is unpacking 51 years of memories. Memories of being a child at Christmas. It's watching my mom smile and laugh because this was her favorite time of year. I will never forget her gitty joy as she shopped for her first grandbaby that wouldn’t come till May. It's pulling out the stuffed angel bear that was our Christmas Tree topper for our first Christmas because we couldn’t afford one we both loved. Then it's pulling out the kids stockings and knowing that this year I am not hanging them from the upstairs banister in their childhood home. So I am taking a moment to allow my heart to hurt a little and let the tears flow.
Even with all the blessings and joy of living with my daughter, son in-law and grandson my heart hurts a little.
So, for tonight I pray that Heavenly Father helps me to see my blessings, helps my heart feel the joy that I know surrounds me and to have hope for what I know can be but can not see.
Hugs,
Grammy
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