I awoke this morning to thoughts of Christmas Day … grateful feelings that this Christmas season found my family members healthy and alive. This has been a tough year and I don’t just mean the economy, but for those who are sick or dealing with the loss of a loved one. Those type of life events can redefine the holidays. In 1998 when Lucas was in the Intensive Care Unit for 168 days, he “missed” his first Halloween and Thanksgiving. The passing of those dates on the calendar represented the loss of what I had hoped for. When it seemed Lucas would spend his first Christmas in the Pediatric ICU, I was deeply saddened (despite the antidepressant). The thought of my nine-month old not gazing into the twinkling lights or sitting on Santa’s lap busted my already broken heart. Thankfully, he was released nine days before Christmas, making that the best gift ever.
Lying in bed this morning, I thought and prayed for my cousin whose baby died hours before birth earlier this spring. What an emotional blow for her and her husband to grieve. Still struggling six months later with the loss of their daughter, her husband died. My young, strong, spirit-filled, hilarious cousin, Larry, died. Everyone was shocked and left in a state of disbelief. My heart grew heavy remembering the loss of my father-in-law and how he struggled for six months before losing his battle with brain cancer in July. Reflecting, I recognized that our health or life situation can change in the blink of an eye. It can happen to me or the ones I hold dear; just like that. So I relish the blessing of today and these wonderful Christmas memories.
Before my feet hit the floor this morning I thanked God for this past Christmas Season. For the record, I did not “sing to the Lord,” but I sure let Him know that I appreciated all that He has blessed us with.
Riding a unicycle is like life. To be successful and enjoy the ride, they both require tremendous balance and focus. I sit up tall, shoulders back and imagine I am holding one of my young boys under each arm. My best-friend-techie-husband’s hand on my seat (hubba, hubba) to guide me, and my two wiener dogs running alongside, looking like double Dumbos. As I train to ride Blanche, my unicycle, in a half-marathon, I think how good God is as the breeze blows my brown hair, a big smile on my face. Come along for a thrilling one-wheel ride while I do my best to maintain balance... but keep an open mind, there is always something new to learn!