46 Weeks In Heaven

Good evening. Monday blog. Having emergency surgery thrown in the Christmas mix, can really throw things off kilter. I had no shopping done, my cards were not made out, then cookies. I know these things are material and my health is more important. I really believe Gods protecting arms are around me. Look at this year in my families life. 7 years of hospitals, rehab, nursing homes, nurses and therapists in and out of our home. In all of that, we never missed a holiday with our family and all the trimmings. I am so thankful that we have those memories! Last fall was the worst. January brought his passing, March brought COVID-19. All of our family-holiday gatherings, shutdown. I still fixed all of our holiday meals. I do these things for me! It all keeps me balanced! I will confess, I drove, my daughter was more than a little upset. I am done with my pain med. I am not tired, I am not in pain, and yes I understand. Anyway, my shopping is done and under the tree, half the cards in the mail and still working on cookies. I am in a cookie contest Wednesday, something fun! God has me, and I know it! Being bipolar, all of this could have buried me. My mental health is so important to me. So, today, 46 weeks in heaven. Not possible. Facing Christmas without him hurts. I don’t know how else to describe it! I ask again, please pray my family and I through the holidays. It will all get done, it always has. I will be done also. God is good. Good night. God bless!❤️🤗🙏🏻🤗❤️