I'm so grateful for a God who shows compassion. In the morning after of a night where I'm honest enough to share my struggles... transparent enough to admit the difficulty of this season, He shows me He was listening.
I'm happy I shared where I was at last night and I'm sorry to anyone whose joy was in jeopardy simply because I admitted to grieving every once in a while. But joy does come in the ...morning and even in the mourning.
I just have a different kind of joy some folks will never understand. And joy doesn't stop us from missing the ones we love dearly. So be encouraged, those of you who need encouragement and not correction... as if missing someone was like being the Grinch. LOL.
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Anyway, I got my Christmas wish this morning. I dreamt about my son. He was still three years old and I was holding him in my arms. I could even smell the sweet fragrance of his hair again!
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I thank God for hearing my cry and giving me this gift to rest in and I also thank Him for those of you who are strong enough to be my friends even when the most joyous times are bittersweet.
I'm sure on that very first Christmas, there were times when even Mary contemplated the sacrifice to come. I've read the Christmas story and there were infants that were killed, orders from King Herod, to prevent Jesus from living. I can imagine the cries of all those mothers. Christmas isn't perfect, guys, so it's okay if your Christmas isn't. The point is that Christ IS!
And though my dream this morning was as perfect as can be... God loving us no matter what, past our hurts and pain, past the ugliness of our sin and shame... that is the best gift of all.
I'm happy I shared where I was at last night and I'm sorry to anyone whose joy was in jeopardy simply because I admitted to grieving every once in a while. But joy does come in the ...morning and even in the mourning.
I just have a different kind of joy some folks will never understand. And joy doesn't stop us from missing the ones we love dearly. So be encouraged, those of you who need encouragement and not correction... as if missing someone was like being the Grinch. LOL.
***
Anyway, I got my Christmas wish this morning. I dreamt about my son. He was still three years old and I was holding him in my arms. I could even smell the sweet fragrance of his hair again!
***
I thank God for hearing my cry and giving me this gift to rest in and I also thank Him for those of you who are strong enough to be my friends even when the most joyous times are bittersweet.
I'm sure on that very first Christmas, there were times when even Mary contemplated the sacrifice to come. I've read the Christmas story and there were infants that were killed, orders from King Herod, to prevent Jesus from living. I can imagine the cries of all those mothers. Christmas isn't perfect, guys, so it's okay if your Christmas isn't. The point is that Christ IS!
And though my dream this morning was as perfect as can be... God loving us no matter what, past our hurts and pain, past the ugliness of our sin and shame... that is the best gift of all.
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