Oh, dear one who opened your eyes to the morning light carrying wounds so deep no one can see!
I am so, so sorry.
When things have gone terribly wrong it’s hard to get up and make merry.
But that first Christmas felt more like heartache and less like ho-ho-ho. So you are in good company.
You don’t have to pretend that nothing has changed but you can reach out and take hold of what remains.
You don’t have to hide your tears or your memories but you can share them with people who love you and long to help you carry the legacy of the one you miss.
Today may be long.
But it is only one day.
You can make it.
You will make it.
May you experience the Presence of the Christ of Christmas no matter how dark and lonely and sad you feel. May your heart hold onto hope regardless of how tempted it is to give in to despair. May the Holy Spirit Who overshadowed Mary, overwhelm you and fill you with grace and mercy. May you hear the Father whisper, “Courage, My child” to your soul.
And more than all this, may you know that you are seen, you are loved and you are being carried. ❤