
Well friends it's Christmas week and I generally have a meltdown every year about this time. I find myself in a gloom that I just cannot shake off. It is of course due to the fact that my son is not here and I have no grandchildren. Added to this is the fact that my husband is disabled-on strong pain meds and generally just can't help me through this time. I must say though that I am much better today than I have been in the last few days. When I stop and think about the losses in my life- It makes me wonder what people do and how people cope who have no Jesus to bring sweet hope in the middle of the pain. As I was lying in bed two nights ago, in prayer to the Lord, generally confessing my misery, the thought came to me that my refuge is the Lord. I also remembered that my best life is certainly not now-my best life is yet to come. I remembered too upon my bed how lonely it must have been for Him to leave the glories of Heaven to come to this sin infested earth to live among us and die for our sins.
So today in the midst of my yearly meltdown-I decided to put up the Christmas tree and decorate the fireplace. I had pretty much decided that I could not bring myself to do any decorating or baking this year-what with losing 2 sisters-in laws and a brother in law in tragic circumstances. I do however love the sparkle of the lights and the beauty of Handel's Messiah. Well anyhow -the tree is up-I have listened to Messiah and will bake cookies later in the week.
Please don't get me wrong-I do not need pity or sympathy--I just need an extra portion of God's grace, mercy, and the sense of His presence.
I would like to suggest that you never underestimate the pain -especially at this time of year-of those who have lost children or spouses. It is so hard to explain in human language the depth of the pain felt by folks who have lost loved ones to an early death-many just plaster on a smile and pretend to be okay. But since I am a very normal and ordinary person and I suffer this every year-please believe me -they are not okay. They need extra prayer-and maybe a card letting them know you are praying for and thinking of them. And please do not fear mentioning the name and remembering the life of their loved one-I am always blessed by people who tell me that they remember the son that I lost- my only child to a tragic and early death. I had a son-his name was Bill-he lived for 32 years on this earth and his father and I saw him almost everyday. I don't want anyone who knows me and knew him to forget him. I love to talk about him-even though it is painful. Even though I will see him again-the pain of just missing him-is relentless at times .
May I leave you with the first line of one of my favorite Christmas Carols-I hum and sing it daily at Christmas time:
O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Upon thy deep and dreamless sleep, the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark street shineth, the EVERLASTING LIGHT
The Hopes and Fears of all the years, are met in thee tonight.
So in my lonely longing meditations this year-I do have the sure hope that my best life is yet to come-regardless of the very wrong theory of the book "Your Best Life Now". Try convincing people like me of that lie!
As I have pondered the incarnation this week-I have been reminded in my heart that God also knows the pain of losing his sinless Son to death on the cross for our sins. Our Triune God knows pain-in a deeper way than any human ever can or will. That brings comfort to my heart--Thank you Lord God Almighty.