Raw and Real
December has always been a really tough time of year for my family. For many people, December means Christmas - it means gathering with family and getting to spend time making memories. For my family, it will forever be the month that our dad died. December 17th, 2013, just 8 days before Christmas, we lost the man who’d supported us and led us through so much. This year, on the exact same day, we lost the woman who raised him, who loved him more deeply in a way none of us would ever be able to understand. This year, on the 17th, they finally were reunited in Heaven with Jesus. And though it is a joyous celebration for them, those of us who loved them so dearly are stuck here grieving those losses...and somehow, the pain this year is so much more raw and real . I journal my prayers every morning, and this morning I started writing about my dad for the first time in years. I began journaling to God about how life would be if he was still here. O h, if he could just still be here..