This will be a sparatic post.My mind has been writing for weeks and I have to get it out.
I love, love Christmas. I love decorating. Planning for the perfect gifts for family and friends. I love feeling the Savior closer to my home and my heart. I love everywhere we go people are smiling and happily moving through this beautiful season. I am struggling, struggling this year. As I have put the "babies first Christmas" ornaments up for each child and had each of them put up their yearly ornaments my heart has cried and cried. I miss my sweet son. We went to the ward party and I know everyone thinks I am fine. They comment on how strong and wonderful I am doing. They would be surprised to know how much I cry and fall apart when I am alone. I know Joshua is doing his plan. I know he wants me to be happy and enjoy the things I have been given. I know that is what my Heavenly Father expects also. Maybe I am being hard on myself. I don't know. I have struggled to do things I have always loved because I was planning on having another person to do for.
As a family we chose a baby boy off the angel tree and we furnished him and his mom with many wonderful things. It was healing and fun. My other children enjoyed being able to pick out things that he would have loved for some little boy who needs more and we can provide.
With all this ramblings these are things I know.
Each character in the nativity had choices to make weather to participate or not. Each of them followed the plan they were given with great adherence. I am grateful to the baby born in Bethlehem. I am so glad He is my Savior and I can count on Him to be there at every turn. I am grateful for His ability to weep for His friends when their hearts were broken. I am grateful that He suffered all so He would know how to succor His people. I don't know how He does it but I do know He can and does. I truly have been held and lifted by Him, Jesus Christ my Savior and Friend.
