Daddy and I took our Christmas out to Millie’s grave on our date night. We spent some time at sunset putting her new white tree and sparkly pink decor around her headstone. We are not great decorators but we want her grave to look well cared for. It’s our last opportunity to care for our girl on earth.
We placed the tree in her urn, hung the mini sparkly pink bulbs, and placed a tiny “Twinkle little star” topper {as Millie would have called it}.
We also bought a nativity scene to remind us of the focus of Christmas. A tiny babe born to save us all. Our promise of eternity with Jesus.
It was hard decorating this time. It didn’t seem like much...or good enough...and yet the amount doesn’t change the finality of our loss. Tears flowed and my chest ached as we drove away—again. I found a scripture this morning in church that spoke the magnitude of our loss.
“A voice was heard in Ramah, Weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children; And she would not be comforted, because they are not.” Matthew 2:18 ASV
The mothers of Israel (Rachel) could not be comforted because their children had died (been murdered at the hand of the King’s men) as he tried to destroy the infant Jesus.
As you walk through this Christmas season try to keep your mind focused towards the true reason we celebrate. It’s not the gifts or extravagance. It’s not the activities or the busyness that makes it special. It is the gift God provided for our eternal lives.
Blessings sweet friends…
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I still believe in Millie’s Miracle
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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