I shed a tear this morning.
I heard mom Mom upstairs in the kitchen finishing preparing the meal. Eventually, I rolled over, grabbed my phone, and checked Facebook (I need to break out of this habit). Facebook memories usually give me a good chance to see who deleted me. My political and social views don’t line up, so I get blocked. Such is life. Today, the FB memories produced a gem. Take a look.
This was my first attempt at putting up Christmas lights since my grandmother passed.
My cousin and I got dressed to brave the North Dakota winter. The warmth in our hearts kept us while we put up the lights. We realized we put them up backwards (i.e I wasn’t able to plug them in). I ran to Wal-Mart to search for a reverse converter to no avail. I researched this on the internet (Google is wonderful), and I find out they don’t even exist. Apparently, this type of converter is dangerous. Who knew? *shrugs*
This was our attempt at not allowing the Christmas spirit to die in the Henderson household.
It’s tough when you lose a loved one. The holidays seem to make the pain worse for some. For us, it was a test. My grandmother was a strong woman of God. Her faith was such that she believed God would carry us through anything. Certainly, when we need Him most, He will carry us through grief and loss. I laid in the dark, and I thought about this. All of a sudden a tear rolled down my cheek.
I miss my grandmother.
Nonetheless, the pain of her not being her will not overshadow the joy of the Lord and the life she lived. Every Christmas we get stronger. Every Christmas there’s a bit more joy. Her legacy will not be forgotten.
When I woke up, the first words I uttered were, “Happy Birthday, Jesus!”
No matter how I much I miss my grandmother, He’s the reason I’m still alive and blessed. Today, I celebrate Jesus. This is what my grandmother would do (Today, and everyday). Rejoicing in God takes all of the pain way.
Merry Christmas to all!!
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