It has been slightly over a week, not much more since Newtown. The horrific murders of those 20 children and 6 adults. So much sadness starting out this Season. Twenty children who won’t be opening up presents early Christmas morning. Twenty children who won’t give their mama a kiss and a hug, or their Papa.
Six adults who are being missed this very moment. Six women who may have been a mother, a sister, a daughter, or an aunt. Best friends gone.
I know, like many of you that are reading this, have and will hug your children tighter. I know like many, I am taking more pictures of my children and I together, as well as the entire family together.
26 people gone from this earth, either in Hell or in Heaven. I pray for the latter.
Also this week, I have been thinking of folks in the Armed Services. The men, and women away from their families, children, spouses this Holiday. Spending time away home-cooked meal. Maybe out in some hot desert, or in some cold, and snowy place.
The sacrifices they have made so that I can sit here and type on my computer at 2am when the rest of my family is fast asleep. Sacrifices that I can not even wrap my brain around, as I have never had to do any of that in my life. At least, not like our men and women in the Services.
So, as I sit back reflecting back on this past week, month, and even year, God has been so good to me.
Other than a pinched nerve in my neck, and a slight cough, being over weight, I am really not bad off. I have a home, that is heated. I have lights and a stove to cook on. I have hot water to take a shower in and to wash my dishes. I have lots of clothing in my closet and shoes on my feet. I just heard my precious grand baby, and her mama telling her she loves her. Cody was just talking to who knows who, and Jonah rolled over. Adam just passed gas. Even in his sleep, that boy can pass gas. Right behind me, I hear my husband snoring. I know all is right in my little world when I hear that noise. That is before I poke him and he rolls over.
I don’t know what holds tomorrow for sure, but, I can rest tonight knowing that God is with me and He holds me in the palm of his hard. I know I have a home in heaven. And someday when I die, or Jesus comes back on his white horse and that horn blows, I will get to meet Jesus, and Mary, and Moses. What a day that will be.
As I close this blog post, I of course will show you a photo.
As Tiny Tim would say, “God Bless us, everyone”