A Different Kind of Christmas . . .

By now, many of you know that I lost my husband recently--unexpectedly-- with so many hopes and dreams and life on the horizon.

But tomorrow is not promised, we know this.

My two {adult} children and I are navigating the unknown territory of the holidays after a loss and dreading every . . .


phone call

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All of those things are a reminder of the realization that we are facing our first Christmas without husband, father, {whole} family. Laughter and joy are difficult, if even possible right now. We grieve, not for him, but for ourselves. We know that he is with God but we are left here to wait and to mourn. And to keep moving even though it hurts to even breathe.

And yet, we believe there is hope. And the very occasion of Christmas is the promise that we will be together again because God sent his son as our Saviour, born on that day.

A friend sent this video to me and it made me realize that it will never be the same for us--it will be different, but it will still be Christmas. 

So Christmas will come - we cannot stop it, nor should we want to. It will just be different.  May your family be FULL of abundant blessings and love on Christmas and throughout the coming year.

I wish you peace,