“It’s the most wonderful time of the year…” Each time I’ve heard that Christmas song this season, I’ve wondered, “Is it really?” 

For some of us, the holiday season is a bittersweet mix of joy and grief. Maybe life didn’t go the way we expected because of disappointment, death or divorce. I walked through a heart-wrenching divorce, and the effects of that split are felt by me and my kids every holiday. They share their time between me and their dad. For days, my home is filled with their raucous laughter, and then it all becomes quiet…too quiet.

In the silence, I am faced with memories and questions, tears and gratitude. I have learned to relish the stillness…to let the empty moments be filled with the presence of the Holy One. The heartbreak I have experienced has been a crucible, shaping me into the woman I am today. I know first-hand the truth that God causes all things to work together for good, for me and my kids. We’ve grown through the experiences of the past eight years in ways that I never thought possible before.

Whatever your pain, I challenge you to own it. Name the hurt and sadness; let yourself feel it. Give yourself and your loved ones space to process. That’s the first step toward healing.  

For those who are hurting today, I see you. I know. And I understand. May we find the grace to feel the ache, the courage to run into the arms of the Father, the wisdom to rest and the hope for restoration.

For my friends whose lives are seemingly in tact, please do not pity or judge. Remember each one of us is on our own journey.

For all of us, let us be kind to one another and give thanks for life's gifts.