They say you’re either a glass half-empty type person
or a glass half-full.
I’ve always believed I’m of the glass half-full persuasion,
but sometimes it’s not just the way I am,
it’s a choice…
a choice to look for His gifts,
a choice to remember that this life is not all there is,
a choice to remember that it’s only the dressing room for eternity
and forever and ever and ever is a very real thing
for those who have made Jesus Lord,
(or The Boss of Your Life
as I like to say).
So, Christmas is different this year.
Mama’s in heaven.
Oldest daughter, son in law and grandbabies won’t be home for Christmas.
Youngest daughter won’t be home for Christmas.
We’re flying cross country on Christmas Eve to be with second born and her family,
to celebrate Christmas and to say goodbye,
as they depart for Ghana soon.
I’d prefer to stay home.
I’d prefer all of our family could be home together like in years past.
I’d prefer there was no empty place at the table
where loved ones used to sit.
But changes come, and even so,
life is more than half full with blessings,
I continue to count my thanks
piling up gratitude day by day
in my little green journal…
-a walk on a crispy, cold day
-holding baby granddaughter while she sleeps
-making up stories for Big Sister
-lunch with my brother
-checking things off the to-do list one by one
-having a table full of company for dinner on a Wednesday night
-the most amazing view of Mt. Hood as I drive over the bridge from Oregon to Washington on a cold, clear day
-a whole different kind of beauty driving over the same place on a gray, foggy day
-a helpful bank employee
-a wonderful and fun early Christmas gathering with the Hub’s family
-Great Grandma, (the Hub’s mama), seeing baby granddaughter for the first time
-driving through the Hub’s hometown to see the Christmas lights
-the love of our church family and our love for them and His great love above all