I’ve been asked many times how I “did” this year and several precious friends have let me know countless times that I was in their prayers as I walked through another holy-day season without my daughter in my arms. Honestly, it was really bad going into it. Then, the Lord laid it on my heart to get out of that pit (as Beth Moore would say)! He convicted my heart that although I may not have her here physically, I still carry her with me and she’s still an instrumental part of our family. He also convicted my heart of the reason for Christmas and the promise that He has given to me of Eternal Life by coming to earth in the first place. He didn’t have to do it, but He chose to. I had to choose JOY…for myself, for my husband, for my Wyatt who is reveling in the midst of the Christmas spirit even now, and for my Luke who blessed our entire family this year and has gently restored HOPE in the One Who gave him to us.
My favorite present comes to Grandaddy's house...a letter from Annabelle. Last year, he surprised me with a letter in her stocking telling me all about how amazing her first Christmas in Heaven was, about her loving us and how we've honored Christ as He's called us to do through her baskets. I know things were different this year and didn't have any expectations of another letter...but there was one. It came after every other gift had been opened. My daddy gave me her stocking and another beautiful letter from my girl inside it. I cherish those...as a mother who knows that my first obligation is to raise my children to grow in Christ and to claim Him as their own, it does my heart no greater joy than to know one of my three babies is already there.
It was a very Merry Christmas in our home…but, friends, what my heart is even more grateful for & what I am really looking forward to is Easter! That’s where HE completed it all & made everything possible! Losing my daughter has driven me so close to the Cross…and even closer to the Empty Tomb.