I saw countless Christmas trees around the world below,
with tiny lights like heaven's stars reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear,
for I am spending Christmas with Jesus this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
but, the sound of music cannot compare with the choir they have up here.
I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring
It is far beyond description to hear the angels sing
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart
But I am not so far away, we really are not apart
So be happy for me dear ones, You know I hold you dear
and be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year
I sent you each a special gift from my heavenly father above
I sent you each a memory of my undying love
After all love is a gift more precious than pure gold
It was always most important in the stories that Jesus told
Please love each other, as my father said to do
for I can't count the blessings of the love he has for each of you
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear
remember I am spending Christmas with Jesus this year
This is our first Christmas without Todd. I will be the first to admit I have been depressed and sad. I took over 2 weeks off for Christmas and I am beginning to think that was a bad idea. You see, people are therapy for me. I could never stay home and not work. I would be on every anti-depressant that was made.
Depression runs in our family genes and I have to constantly fight it. However, I have given in to it and I know it. It started Wednesday night. We went to see Todd's kids in their Christmas program at Converse First Baptist. On Thursday I went to help Rooter with some costumes for their Christmas program and I left to pick up Lindsey from school. I was suppose to go back to her house when I picked Lindsey up but I came home and went to bed. I didn't even call her and tell her I wasn't coming. I did not want to talk to anyone and have pretty much avoided everyone.
I woke up this morning and I said to myself, It is my Saviors birthday today, father please help me pull it together. Let me be happy and content. Help me overcome this. As, I always say, God has not let me down yet and he will not today or tomorrow or the next.
All kinds of memories cascade through my mind like a waterfall. I cannot stop them. Sometimes I fell as though I will drown in the sheer abundance of them. Most of my memories are good ones. from the second I arrived on the scene of the automobile accident my life swiftly changed. From that second forward, I knew my life would never be the same.
As I celebrate the birth of Jesus today I can't help but have a heavy heart. I wish my brother was here to share it with me. I miss him so much. I never thought he would leave in such a hurry. However, I am thankful that he shared with me, where he would spend eternity, just the day before his death. His life on earth was cut short, and I have so many questions that need answers, but I found peace in knowing that he was sure that he would spend Christmas with Jesus.
with tiny lights like heaven's stars reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear,
for I am spending Christmas with Jesus this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
but, the sound of music cannot compare with the choir they have up here.
I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring
It is far beyond description to hear the angels sing
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart
But I am not so far away, we really are not apart
So be happy for me dear ones, You know I hold you dear
and be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year
I sent you each a special gift from my heavenly father above
I sent you each a memory of my undying love
After all love is a gift more precious than pure gold
It was always most important in the stories that Jesus told
Please love each other, as my father said to do
for I can't count the blessings of the love he has for each of you
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear
remember I am spending Christmas with Jesus this year
This is our first Christmas without Todd. I will be the first to admit I have been depressed and sad. I took over 2 weeks off for Christmas and I am beginning to think that was a bad idea. You see, people are therapy for me. I could never stay home and not work. I would be on every anti-depressant that was made.
Depression runs in our family genes and I have to constantly fight it. However, I have given in to it and I know it. It started Wednesday night. We went to see Todd's kids in their Christmas program at Converse First Baptist. On Thursday I went to help Rooter with some costumes for their Christmas program and I left to pick up Lindsey from school. I was suppose to go back to her house when I picked Lindsey up but I came home and went to bed. I didn't even call her and tell her I wasn't coming. I did not want to talk to anyone and have pretty much avoided everyone.
I woke up this morning and I said to myself, It is my Saviors birthday today, father please help me pull it together. Let me be happy and content. Help me overcome this. As, I always say, God has not let me down yet and he will not today or tomorrow or the next.
All kinds of memories cascade through my mind like a waterfall. I cannot stop them. Sometimes I fell as though I will drown in the sheer abundance of them. Most of my memories are good ones. from the second I arrived on the scene of the automobile accident my life swiftly changed. From that second forward, I knew my life would never be the same.
As I celebrate the birth of Jesus today I can't help but have a heavy heart. I wish my brother was here to share it with me. I miss him so much. I never thought he would leave in such a hurry. However, I am thankful that he shared with me, where he would spend eternity, just the day before his death. His life on earth was cut short, and I have so many questions that need answers, but I found peace in knowing that he was sure that he would spend Christmas with Jesus.
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