Christmas Eve

The holidays often stir up feelings of loss and memory, heartache and longing.  I rode my bicycle past Evergreen Cemetery tonight, Christmas Eve, and was captured by the number of people decorating little trees for their loved ones no longer on this earth.  The one person I tend to think about most over the holidays is my Grandma.  I think about how she dressed up for Christmas, how cheerful and happy she was to greet me, cook for me, and celebrate with me.  I also think about how she wrapped razors and underwear for me.  :) Christmas can be hard for many, but somehow, God's grace appears and we make it through.  May you feel God's loving embrace this season.