|Posted by Merri Hiatt on December 22, 2013 at 5:00 PM|
Christmas is coming, whether we are ready or not.
I have experienced 48 Christmas' since my birth. This will be the first one without my father.
Before that tear starts to well in your eye, let me say that it's okay that he won't be here this year in physical form.
Dad was ready to be done with this life. i am certain of it. There is comfort, and yes, even joy in knowing that he is whole and complete now.
No more illness. No more pain. No more existing just to be existing.
I believe every day is a gift, but some days, well... life is hard. Some days, weeks, months, and indeed years, wear down thin places in your heart.
I have thin places in my heart, too.
Sometimes the veil descends and we see the Season of Love and Light as a shimmer of mist in the distance.
Close, but just beyond our reach.
That is okay, too.
Not every Christmas is a Norman Rockwell painting, nor should it be. Each has a flavor and feel like no other.
Some shimmer like that One Star on that One Night. Others are dimmer, a hushed whisper on a cool night. Still others are filled with laughter, or a scrooge or two.
It is all a gift.
I think of Christmas as a vision of presents under the tree. Different sizes, colors. Some with ribbons and bows. Others wrapped in midnight, laced in fog.
We mark another year of our journey as the clock continues to tick relentlessly.
It's coming, whether we are ready or not. Christmas is coming.
Be well, my friends.