I’ve been pretty good this year. A few blips here and there and I haven’t eaten as well I know I should, but other than that, I’ve made the mountainous climb to get where I am today. You see Santa, I am a survivor. No, I don’t have cancer and I am ever-so-thankful for that. But I survived an entire year as a widow. Being single has some major disadvantages when you’ve been a “couple” for so long. I’ve been to church more this year too and I’m still trying to find the best fit for me in His house.
I haven’t written a letter to Santa in probably 45 or more years so this is tough for me to figure out exactly what I want, but I will give it a try.
- Peace for my six year-old granddaughter to not be so sad about her Papa and to not be disappointed when you don’t deliver her Papa to her on Christmas morning.
- Just one dream where I can see Keith with his big smile and hear his laugh and hear him say, “not a problem, honey.”
Thanks from your friend,
The rest of my wishes come to me in prayer:
- Peace that passes all understanding for my friends who have lost children and I have many who fit this category. There are no words to console a grieving parent though words are all that we have. Age is not a factor when you lose a child; it’s just not supposed to happen that way to our human mind.
- Health to those who are struggling with illness and better treatment options for those with rare diseases, like appendix cancer, when the tried and true treatments don’t work. Is a cure too much to pray for?
- Friendship for those who are lonely and struggle to face the day and for my friendships to be strengthened in the new year.
- Work for those who seek it and helping hands for those who are unable.
- I pray for the world to see random acts of kindness, with a focus on peace without hatred and bias, both within the media and in our hearts.
Amen. Merry Christmas – Happy Birthday, Jesus! I hope all of your Christmas wishes come true, too. God bless you.