A family we love dearly went to deliver their highly anticipated baby boy only to find out he was without a heartbeat & came into this world still born. We went to visitation to love on them and then headed home to light the first candle of advent. The first candle we lit led our discussion of hope. How fitting.
The attempt at our serious conversation and bible time was tense because their Dadda was in bed feeling terrible. I found myself stressed and pushed to make this “good”. I finally took a breathe and realized they’re 3 & 5. If they walk away knowing Christmas is to celebrate Christ and the hope he brings, we are good. For your entertainment, here is the icing on the top of our cake of Advent Wreath candle lighting…singed hair 😳
Children don’t forget much. Sometimes it’s inconvenient, sometimes it’s heart warming, & other times it’s sobering. The boys love putting up our candy canes in uniform with our neighborhood. It’s a treat & the older they get, the more helpful they are, too!
Moments like this help me take stock of what a joy our life really is compared to what we were looking at the last few years with our state of health. There have been moments I wasn’t sure my husband would be able to manage experiences like these. It also helps me realize experiences like this would not make or break our joy at Christmas. The people in these pictures and the Truth we esteem so highly that matters most.