I've really been missing my dad. Not only will this be my first Christmas without him, but December 26 (the day my whole family always gathers together) marks the one year anniversary of the last day I saw my dad.
As the Christmas countdown nears, my heart fills with more sadness. So many mixed emotions.
Memories flash of Christmases past...
Breaking open the book of LifeSavers candies he always stuffed in our stocking. Tearing through a package he sealed with an abundance of scotch tape. Dad in his traditional argyle sweater, corduroy slacks, and leather loafers.
But today as the tears flowed and I thought about what this Christmas will be like without Dad, God so graciously reminded me,
Precious Becky, though you grieve not being able to celebrate Jesus' birth with your dad this year, I REJOICE that he is celebrating the Lord Jesus WITH Him, with Me, here in heaven!
My first Christmas without Dad means Dad's first Christmas with the Savior.
True joy in sorrow.
