Happy Birthday Jesus

If you listen to the media, the right

gift, food, perfume,

trip, will make your Christmas Merry.

I know this is not true.

This year, I don't care what gifts

I get, what trips I take, nothing

will make my heart feel whole again.

Not this year.

I miss my Mom. I miss her

every day. I miss her every minute.

I think about her all of the time.

And yet I've found

that friends help to heal the pain.

Children give me a reason

to move forward.

They give me a reason to smile,

laugh, and to plan a Christmas time.

Family time together makes

my heart feel happy.
Our annual trip to see Lights
On The Lake, gave me a night
full of fun.

Of course I missed my Mom, I thought

of how much she would have

loved the lights, but I also

realized she's seeing the

most amazing Heavenly lights right

now. Christmas lights would pale

in comparison.

No Christmas gift can ever

heal the pain of missing my Mom,

but my heart sang as I watched

my children singing on Christmas Sunday.

Doodles, so nervous, standing up in

front of the whole church and singing

songs of praise to her king.

A king, whose birthday is the reason for

Christmas. Whose death on the

cross gives me the hope of seeing my

Mother again, of spending all

of eternity with my

Prince of Peace.

His gift heals my heart,

brings me hope,

gives me strength.

Happy Birthday Jesus.

Thank you for giving us

your Son.