Today, I'm refocusing in finding my joy. Over dinner, I finally admitted to my husband that the year of my dad's illness and now the roller coaster of grief has changed me. Unfortunately one of the ways I've changed is that I've lost my joy, my humor. That is the opposite of my dad's legacy. Granted, my sweet girls bring me lots of joy, but the ability to be funny has escaped me.
Not so coincidentally, today's scripture and hymns focused a lot on the gifts that are soon to arrive in the form of Christ's birth. The gift of joy is one of those gifts. What epic timing! What good news! Please join me in praying that this gift will return to me.
This afternoon I am contininuing my preparations for this great day. I've just finished making the dough for gingerbread cookies (dad's favorite) and now I'm going to join Hazel as she works on her enormous fruit loops garland and watches The Polar Express (a Grandpa Junko classic) for the very first time. I hope he's smiling every time she whispers "wow".
Excuse the unedited photo. In an effort to realign my life, I'm allowing myself to write less and use the convenience of my school iPad for these short posts.