Psalms 147:3-6 “ He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. He telleth the number of the stars, he calleth them all by their names. Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite. The Lord lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.”
I love Christmas! The tree has always been a special gift to me since I was twelve. But it is one Christmas tradition that brings tears each year. . . sometimes tears of joy, sometimes tears of sadness. Our first Christmas as a married couple, I cried because it was my first time to be away from my home. (Rich tried to comfort me . . . we were only three hours away!
I heard him lugging our mattress down the hall of our little home. We started the tradition of sleeping by the tree. . . lights were on all night. It was magical! Then when the girls came, we were the “guards” of the tree.
Things changed over the years. A couch/bed made it easier for us. When it was more difficult for Rich (His battle with cancer) I had our tree in the bedroom. I remember those years–only one were we not able in almost thirty-three years. But “He healeth the broken heart, and bindeth up the wounds.”
Time heals all wounds is such a false statement. The wounds of a lost loved one NEVER heal, we just learn to deal. I honor my promise to Rich. . . to be happy. I try every day to look for the joy in life. I am so grateful for my family and all my many blessings.
Debbie Macomber’s beautiful prayer is so timely: Lord, You came among us to heal our brokenness. May your love hold us all together now and always!