Family, friends, laughter and love are all byproducts of the Christmas holiday. The love of Christ and the warmth of His presence, mold the beauty and joy of the holiday. But for everyone, it’s not a happy time. Someone lost a loved one recently, and ache at the thought of the first Christmas without them. Another person has a tragic, painful memory associated with this time of year, and it colors their joy and happiness a paled shade of blue. You may be lonely, frightened, and unable to find rest. You might be worried about money, and unable to provide much of anything for your children.
I just want you to know that people do care. Some of us do realize that Christmas is so much more than presents, sales, big dinners, and new toys. It’s about truly sharing the love of Jesus. And in an effort to do just that, I’m reaching out to you now with that love to say I understand, and I care. I am praying right now for anyone struggling with any of the hurts I’ve mentioned. While you may not feel joy or peace, that’s exactly what Jesus came to give you. Allow yourself to feel, but trust in Him to give you strength, courage and ultimately joy. That’s something no situation can take away. Praying for you.
Charleston … I’m sorry …
Sorry that we continue to allow mass shootings
Sorry that we live in a world where this can exist
Sorry that lax gun laws and accessibility to firearms is not properly addressed
Sorry for your tremendous grief and hurt
Sorry to see your loved ones cry, to see your precious children traumatized
Sorry that this nation grieves … again … over a senseless shooting … again.
Our hearts. Our prayers. Our grief … is with you.
I remember vividly what I was doing that day.
I was at work, and heard on the radio about the attacks on the twin towers.
I initially thought there was no way it could be real, like the War of the Worlds broadcast.
But it was. Very real.
I watched people jump for their lives … to their deaths.
I wept with countless Americans … over the tragic loss of life … over the senseless cruelty of it all.
I cried out to God to heal our land … and our people.
I watched a nation come together on one accord, to help the hurting. To comfort. To support.
September 11, 2001 left an indelible imprint on me, on our nation, on the world.
May we honor the memory of those who lost their lives, and continue to pray for their families.
A few weeks old, you filled me with joy.
Fun guesses … will you be a girl or a boy.
Excitement, giddy with thoughts of you.
A blessing for us, full of life anew.
An answer to prayer, cause to celebrate,
Time to prepare, for this wonder so great.
Yet the moment was fleeting, happiness so real.
The sudden turn left feelings … unexpected to feel.
I knew you, I felt you, you were mine from day one.
It doesn’t seem fair. Life hadn’t even begun.
As I fight the tears, through gripping pain,
Some days I can’t move, others I sustain.
My heart is broken, only God can heal.
Thank Him for His presence; I know He is real.
This too shall pass … though hurt I won’t deny.
As I say to my precious little one gone too soon … Goodbye.