Come and See What God has done
I have barely written in the last year and half. I have time off work this week and I told myself we are going to sit down and write even if we don't know what to write about. I talk to myself a lot when I get serious. I have been thinking a lot this week about Christmas and what it means. I have always loved Christmas time and there has always been some magic about this time of year that draws me in. I have struggled since my kids got big, to try to keep and capture that magic that we had when they were small and filled with wonder over everything Christmas. Ever since my husband died, six and half years ago, I have tried extra hard to make it special for my girls. I think because I get sad at Christmas, and I am pretty sure they do too even if they wouldn't admit it. There are so many triggers this time of year; family getting together and him not being here, his ornaments on the tree, his insistence on having a real tree and now we have fake trees, and on and on. So, I al...
