Merry Christmas Sunday! This weekend has been a whirlwind of activity. Beginning with the Ladies Progressive dinner on Thursday; candlelight service at church on Christmas Eve; on to Carolyn's Christmas Eve party; Christmas morning activities with the Gravenmiers (Beth, Cathy, and Trent Odle), with the Smiths, with the Westbrooks, and back to the Gravenmiers; Christmas afternoon/evening festivities at the Campers for all Drake and Drake offsprings, plus a few extras; church/Sunday School on Sunday; and ending with dinner and UNO Flash game night at the Westbrooks on Sunday night had me so busy that I forgot how tiring Christmas could be.
However, what is it about those "idle hands"? The devil didn't stand a chance this Christmas.
It is probably a good thing. Maybe that was the plan! This was our "first Christmas and holiday season" without the "Big Man" (as Beth called him). There were many rough spots and some so tough that I couldn't get my breath. I couldn't control the panicky feeling. Sometimes the tears were so plentiful. Sometimes the memories were so vivid. Sometimes the thoughts were so tender and sweet. However with each bad bout there was that loving nudge, gentle reminder of protection, and comforting, whispered voice in my head and heart telling me to "BREATHE!"
"... I am with you to the ends of time."
We definitely remembered holiday seasons from our past, but we were also able to "make many new memories" from our present.
We are truly blessed with a loving family and wonderful friends.
Thank you, Lord for being so steadfast and providing your guiding light.
Love and peace,
Cathy
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