This new journey of grief looks nothing like I had imagined. I always thought I would be visiting my momma’s grave every day and sitting serenely as I talked to her and cried, telling her how much I missed her. Instead, the past three months have been some of the busiest and most stress-filled days of my life. The weird thing about grief is that life goes on.
With Christmas quickly approaching, it’s the perfect time to stop for a minute and examine our hearts for the days ahead. It’s a tricky time of year. It’s extremely busy and our attention can easily become divided between celebrating Jesus’ birth and getting caught up in the Santa-centered and celebratory rush of gift exchanges, holiday parties and family traditions.
I must confess, I love being crafty, but I’m the worst at actually carving out time and space in my life to be creative. Crafting takes money, time and energy. All the things that most people never have enough of. (I know, I’m not doing a good job of selling this whole DIY “Do it yourself” thing… stay with me though.)
One of the many things I look forward to in our adoption journey is getting to see my husband, Michael, become a father. He is such a thoughtful, fun, and loving human being, and I have no doubt he will be an incredible father to our kiddos someday. Considering the father that Michael will be reminds me of how incredible my own father has been.
My heart raced as I held my breath. It happened so quickly, I’d had no warning to prepare my heart and head for where I was and what I was feeling. Our small tour group had been told we’d see the tomb where they were almost positive Jesus was placed in, but I never imagined I’d actually stand inside it!
