This morning, I cried.
My heart hurts for a friend who is going through an agonizing struggle caused by circumstance compounded by choice. I hurt.
And I cried.
My tears have yet to take away my own pain – and they can’t take away my friend’s heartache. Yet, I am liberated through my tears.
I turn to God and ask Him to surround my friend with Heaven’s angels. And God answers my heart.
He doesn’t take away my pain, nor does he wipe away my tears. Instead, he opens my heart and fills it with light. Through my faith, and because of His Son’s sacrifice, He fills my soul with peace.
God asks me this time to be the angel. He asks me to wrap my friend in my own arms and help to bear his burden.
God asks me to LOVE.
And He cries too.
When I woke up this morning, I was as excited as I have ever been for Christmas. All the presents were wrapped and placed neatly under the tree. With Christmas songs playing, I felt like a little child anticipating the arrival of Santa Claus. My husband and I delivered Christmas treats and then returned home for an afternoon nap before our family arrives for Christmas dinner.
Christmas! I love everything about it! Continue reading
The first Christmas after Mom was gone was painfully difficult. Dad had just remarried, and I was still in shock – wandering. I was afraid of the ghosts in my basement bedroom, only now I had a new sister just across the hall. Continue reading
As we approach Christmas, we remember fondly our childhood Santas and reindeers and fairies. If we are lucky enough, like I am, to have children or grandchildren, we can pass down the traditions of our childhood, we can tell the stories of our past. But what happens after we are gone? What legacy do we leave?
Laura Hedgecock, author of Memories of Me, shares her insights in this beautiful guest post, “Why Every Story Matters (And Why You Should Tell Yours). Continue reading