“Can you remember when you didn’t get what you wanted for Christmas?”
One very painful answer to this week’s question has dogged my thoughts as stubbornly as I’ve resisted it. Every day I’ve read and commented on the other belles’ post while trying to banish this idea and come up with something else to share. I wanted to write something light, bright, and full of Christmas cheer but even now her face floats before me threatening to obscure the keyboard. Apparently, it’s this or nothing.
I want her to be emotionally healthy.
I want her to let those who still love her fill the empty spaces others left.
I want her mind to be sound and her heart to be peaceful.
I want to hear her laugh again, a lot, about everything.
I want her to quit pulling away and lashing out.
It looks like, bar a Christmas miracle, the thing I want the most this year, the same thing I wanted last year and the year before and the year before that, will go unrealized. Again.
I told you it wasn’t light but I lay it bare before you on the chance that someone reading those words needs to hear the next ones.
I’ll keep praying because He hears prayer. I’ll keep loving because He keeps loving and I’ll keep hoping because Christ, who is my hope, knows something about a Christmas miracle. It can come when it’s least expected, in the most unlikely of places and change our worlds forever.
Come, Lord Jesus.
Leave me a note about your unfulfilled prayers and I will lift them up, too!
Shellie Rushing Tomlinsons is known as The Belle of All Things Southern. She writes and prays for miracles on the banks of a beautiful lake in Louisiana.