For many Christmases, Christmas was the same traditions, but as we get older, big changes take place. My mom who was the Christmas matriarch, moved in with my brother and sister-in-law who had their own traditions. The change rippled down. At first, it was unsettling. Finally I accepted it.
W e can remember the memories, cherish them, but we do not have to grieve the loss. Each year we get to choose to be grateful for what we do celebrate and remember that each day is a gift.
Last month, a dear friend, Jackie Brown, brought me one of her paintings. She did not know that I had a thing for sparrows. We used to have a shop called The Little Sparrow. But the significance of this painting is that it went perfectly with two birds that my daughter, Margie, bought me last Christmas. The timing was perfect as it tied last Christmas with this Christmas and was a reminder that “His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.”
Matthew 6:25-26 is a good reminder when things don’t go as planned.