Merry Christmas Eve!!!
Welcome! Come on in! Let me take your coat….
Here’s a little squirt of hand sanitizer for you….
We have a beautiful dinner laid out for us…serve yourselves and enjoy!
While y’all are eating, I thought we could all share a story of hope.
After all, that’s what this season is about—hope!
When we adopted Jack, and he was diagnosed (and we found out all the dark, scary news), I retreated to a place in my heart that I never knew existed.
This place was cold. It was hurt. It had no feelings except those that were hateful.
I spent a lot of time crying in the shower so my children wouldn’t see me so upset. I spent a lot of time at the doctor sitting in her office crying.
Shortly there after, Jack was hospitalized to have his feeding tube placed.
In the middle of one night, Jack was happily bolus feeding, and I saw it.
Hope.
This was not a death sentence. His entire life flashed in front of me.
Sure, it’s not going to be easy–no one said life, in general, is easy!
There is always,
always,
always…
hope.
Where do you find hope?
From my family to yours, may your season be filled with laughter, family, and many, many blessings.
Oh, and an extra helping of hope!