Our car has been in the shop all day which meant today was a day for things around the house like gift-wrapping, cleaning, painting the ornaments you see above and playing imaginary games with the kids.
Yesterday I found out my good friend’s baby was moved to hospice that morning and then got the phone call that he died earlier today. He was only six months old and had essentially the child’s version of Lou Gehrig’s disease. We knew this would happen before he turned one but it just seems so fast. It’s heart-breaking to see one of your good friends lose their child. I put on the radio station that plays Christmas carols yesterday afternoon and heard the word’s “it’s the most wonderful time of the year” and was just struck, and re-struck again after hearing about the horror in Pakistan, by the sort of stinging feeling in those words. There are so many incredible things about this time of year, starting with the origin and wonderful meaning of Christmas but for some, I suspect it’s not the most wonderful time of the year. It’s the time of year where hurt is magnified because everyone around you is happily singing to Christmas music and their biggest stresser is finding the perfect gift.
I have no happy, bubbly home decor post for you today. My heart is hurting as I think about and pray for my friends as I paint the ornaments with the kids or wash the floors. I find myself often thinking the phrase we have been saying in church during advent
Come, Lord Jesus, Come.