I hugged my dad goodbye on Christmas night and he said, “What a weird Christmas.” I smiled and said, “Yeah, it sucked.” Todd and I drove home, drank some Chobani oat milk egg nog, and watched Mad Men, marking the end of a bizarre/sad/overwhelming holiday season. We’ve had a family death. Cancer battle. Unexpected job stress. Sickness. Revisiting of old wounds. And then, like… the worst weather ever? Which I know pales in comparison to the other things, but there’s a reason nobody sings about a 60-degree-rainy-and-gray-Tennessee-Christmas-day.
I feel like I’ve had to constantly remind myself of this fact lately. This season has been so much better than past holiday seasons in many ways, but in so many ways, it’s so much harder. Standing with you. I am holding on to the promise that we who sow in tears will reap with shouts of joy. 😭 🙏🏻
Thank you for this friend. I am terribly sorry for all the loss this year. You inspire me regularly. I can think of numerous people I know in some level of loss - I want to send this to. All the love…
Your words always make me think more deeply about life. Sending love right back.
“God is not Adolf Hitler.”
I feel like I’ve had to constantly remind myself of this fact lately. This season has been so much better than past holiday seasons in many ways, but in so many ways, it’s so much harder. Standing with you. I am holding on to the promise that we who sow in tears will reap with shouts of joy. 😭 🙏🏻
Thank you, Savannah, for this rousing and reassuring meditation.
Thank you for this friend. I am terribly sorry for all the loss this year. You inspire me regularly. I can think of numerous people I know in some level of loss - I want to send this to. All the love…