O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum, wie treu sind deine Blätter!
We're getting ready around here and I am sure that you are too. With the shortening of days I hope you are feeling the coziness that this time of year offers.
Curling up with a book or favorite knitting project, watching holiday movies, welcoming family members home, hot cocoa and buttered toast, pecan crescents, Christmas tree lights, ribbon candy, nativity scenes, and presents under the tree; whatever favorites are yours, get doing them!
Hopefully the shopping is done, and if not let's bring it to a quick end, so we can get to the most important aspect of Christmas; bringing the Christ child from the manger into our hearts, and offering Him to all those around us. God wants our hearts to be full of joy as we are reminded that He came to us first as a child, an infant. How vulnerable He made Himself to all of mankind, placing Himself in our hands. Can we be that vulnerable with Him, and place ourselves unreservedly in His hands?
(The little Christmas tree above was a joint creation by me and our eleven year old daughter. She pieced the body of the tree on her sewing machine and then I turned it into a simple felt pillow. Feel free to make one of your own.)
Sorry it has been so long since I've posted. I'm not sure why that is, except that I guess I haven't felt like I had anything to say.
For all of you who are missing someone very dear to you during this holiday season, I hope you know that I know what that is like and you are not alone. I think it important to let those feelings of missing and sorrow come to the surface and experience them as a deep sign of love for those we're missing. It can be very painful, excruciatingly so in the early years after a significant loss, and it may seem as though it will never be possible to enjoy life fully again
For me I have seen that slowly, sometimes exceedingly slowly, I have begun to feel a deep sense of joy, which at moments is even devoid of that sorrowful tone that seems to accompany all of life's experience after the loss of a child. I even feel a bit guilty writing that; my deep sorrow has been a tribute to the joy Daniel brought into my life. How can I forget his absence even for a moment? Of course I am not forgetting him, but it can feel like that. At times we hold onto our sorrow, and peel the scab back just as it's healing, to feel the pain again ... and to remember. We don't want to forget!
Well, from me to you; I'm sorry for your loss. I'm sorry for the pain that loss brings you, especially in this holiday season. I'm sorry for your "whys," and "what ifs."
I hope you can join me in spending some time remembering the joys and the reasons your loved one changed your life so much. Why their passing from this life leaves such a void in ours.
In reflecting so, I hope to become that also for others. May our lives, much richer and truer because of the pain, help others to appreciate what's most important; the gift of our relationships.
(I know you're dying to know what these pictures are of; English Paper Piecing! I'll get to posting about it soon ... it is addicting and fun!)