Today was supposed to be our last Christmas before our first child was born into our world. Instead, it was our first Christmas without the daughter we had hoped for. I expected to be lost in grief today.
But it wasn't like that. Instead of darkness, instead of heaviness, God brought us joy for Christmas. Impossible, miraculous joy.
I expected a day drowned by tears. But instead I was buoyed laughter and gratitude and music and love. Celebration. The best Christmas I have ever experienced.
How is this possible?
The only answer I can scrape together is that today, perhaps, I have finally experienced what Christmas really is: the impossible gift.
I am blessed.
Read The First Christmas, Part One . . .
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― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King