Finding Hope in a Blue Christmas
Welcome to Real Life . Not every Christmas is a merry one. “I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus. Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy. I don’t feel the way I’m supposed to feel.” –Charlie Brown from A Charlie Brown Christmas It’s the Sunday before Christmas and I’m feeling blue. [1] I’m sick, again, and on my second round of antibiotics. I can’t seem to shake this virus. Since I haven’t felt well, I put off Christmas preparations. Now, the holiday is upon me and I’m overwhelmed. Yesterday, I pushed through a day of baking Christmas cookies with my elderly parents who are staying with me. Even feeling lousy, I thought that with enough caffeine, baking together would make a precious memory. I was wrong. I ended up working to get it done, with few words and little joy. The day will be a memory alright, just not a fond one. Still feeling poorly this morning, I debated whether or not to attend church. I decided the sermon might lift my spirits. So, I went. Instead ...