I was whining today because I didn't have my D'Artangnan and I had to return one of the pretty blouses that Lynn bought me. So much for Christmas presents.Then I started thinking about how my Christmas' I spent alone, begging God to send me the perfect man. The man He had created just for me. How many times had I wanted to just be with my family and they were so far away? The Christmas before my Charlie died I remember that we didn't have any presents for each other. We lived in that tiny little house that had cockroaches from hell. I remember thinking that we didn't have much, but we had our health and each other.As I type this, I am watching my sweet husband sleep. I have been blessed. Blessed far beyond anything any mortal woman should be blessed with. My daughter is grown now and providing a good home for her kids. My mom is married to a man that worships the ground she walks on. My friends are happy. My bills are paid. I have the love and respect of many more people than I did way back then.My Redeemer lives! Christmas is about His birth, not how many presents I can give or receive. Yes, my Redeemer lives!! Somehow that has brought tears to my eyes. I am so very greatful for His love and Salvation.
Wow I didn't expect that when I started this journal.