Football is over
That’s what we say in Philly
There’s always next year
It’s Christmas. It’s the celebration of God giving Jesus to the world for eventual sacrifice for the forgiveness of our sins. So to me, Christmas is about forgiveness.
A lot has transpired this year. Things I never thought would happen and couldn’t imagine. This has been a year of great tests and pain. A year of decisions, regret, anger, pain, hurt, guilt, and sadness.
The wins have been few and far between this year. I look forward to 2015 being better. That is my hope.
Back to forgiveness. Forgiving someone who has hurt you deeply will probably be one of the hardest things you will ever do. The freedom that you will feel when you finally forgive will be worth all the pain and effort it requires. This forgiveness can only come with the help of the Lord.
In a very real spiritual sense, the greatest gift that we have received from Heavenly Father is the gift of His Son, Jesus Christ. His sacred Atonement was the supreme act of forgiveness.
As we prayerfully contemplate the Christmas gifts that we want to give, there may be some to whom we should consider giving lasting gifts that do not cost money, nor need expensive wrapping or ribbons. All they need is the gift of our love, the gift of our tolerance, the gift of our heart, the gift of our understanding, the gift of our charity, the gift of our good example, the gift of our kindness, the gift of our generosity, the gift of our speaking well of them, the gift of our being more patient with them, the gift of not holding grudges, the gift of our time, the gift of selfless service in lifting them up, the gift of our friendship, the gift of our caring, and the gift of our forgiveness to them. These are what I call ”good and perfect gifts” as mentioned in James 1:17: “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.”
What better time would there be to give the gift of forgiveness to one who has wronged us than at Christmas time? What better time would there be for us to heal a family with forgiveness than at Christmas time—when it is so badly needed?
Tonight I learned why magazine dates are so far out in the future. It’s basically a marketing technique. I say ridiculous.
In between Rhian getting ready for bed I would often stop in the bedroom and visit with Nia for a couple of minutes. I came down the hallway to do the same subconsciously tonight. I miss her.
I miss you. I keep thinking I see you. I look but it’s not you. It’s my flip flop or Rhian’s jacket. I wish it was you. I wish I knew you were suffering. I hate that you were in pain. I wish I could have helped more. You were so sweet in your own way. You were sassy too but I always loved that about you. My heart is broken over you being gone. I cried today when putting up Christmas ornatments because we have the two cat ones for the tree. We also have the little reindeer that I always said was “Reindeer Nia” with it’s short tail. Oh Namy. You were just a cat but I always loved your company. You were frisky as a kitten. You knocked over a trashcan and dragged an umbrella upstairs. It was open, mind you. You loved Chinese food. You loved me. You were ugly sometimes with your dandruff but oh so cute. It’s hard to believe you are gone after only 11 years. I thought you would have been here longer. Oh Nia. I remember when we got you and lived in the apartment and you used to make chirping noises at Mr. Robin, the bird. I remember you swatting at my headphone cords. You would always sit by the backdoor while I was outside and watch me. My heart is broken over you little one. I miss you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t give you enough attention as you were in pain these last couple of weeks. I’m sorry I didn’t notice. I’m thankful I was there with you for your last breath. It was peaceful. You were ready. I believe you were ready. You seemed at peace with our decision. I’d like to think that. I don’t know. I will never forget you hiding in the bathroom when Gina and I first brought you home and I won’t forget your last breath in my arms. You were just a cat but I loved you so. I miss you girl.