Tis the season. The Christmas season, the season of anticipation, of joy, of hope. Perhaps that is the most important gift of all. Hope. Where would we be without it?
In all honesty, life threw some huge hardships to our family this year. You just never know when life as you know it will be altered. So I will admit to struggling a bit with the season and all it holds. I'll own struggling with life on a day-to-day basis. Each day is hard, but not all of every day is hard. Most days I cry at least once, and if I miss a day, I catch up in spades the next day. But, we know I'm a weepy woman during the best of times, so no surprise here. I laugh some, I cry some. That's just me.
I've put up a "tree" of sorts, and try to sing the songs of the season. Face it, I didn't miss my calling in the music industry. I have lost some of the spirit of the season, but I embrace the hope of the season. I watch and see the joy others have, and know that someday it will be mine again. So I am grateful for those full of joy, you guide my heart.
I don't know where you are in life, but I hope it is a place of comfort and joy. You know, tidings of comfort and joy. I pray we see the magic of the season, and that our pockets are full of light and love, rather than lumps of coal. You see, we have a choice, in all the seasons of our lives. We have a choice. I choose faith, I choose joy, I choose hope. And that gets me through each day. It gives me exactly what I need when I need it. I wish you the very same.
