Good evening. Sunday night blog. Oh here it is, Christmas time! Growing up here in the country, just like any other child, I only cared about what I might be getting. I cannot recall ever believing in Santa Claus. I was a nosy child and usually found my gifts before they were wrapped. I suspect my children did the same. Now, all of these years later, I know the reason, for the season, and so did Denny. I was saved on Dec. 21st 1980 over a Christmas tree at our friends home, Jerry and Wanda Holliday. Denny was saved 2 years later, Jan. 1982. I believe it was the same week our Paster Marty lost his Father. The senior Marty and Denny were the same age. That shook him up, and he went to the alter! Now, even though the meaning of Christmas has not changed, this will be our 2nd Christmas without him. The past couple of days he has shown up quietly. My daughter had a similar experience this week. She said look for the little things. Last evening I pulled out my Christmas card basket, looking for some Christmas stickers. Right there on top of that basket was my last Christmas card from Denny. I fell apart. Our daughter was his elf the past couple of years before his passing. Denny had perfect printing before Parkinson’s took almost everything away from him. So I asked mom if she had any Christmas stickers. She had a Christmas bag that was filled with lots of gift bags, wrapping paper and ribbon. In between the gift bags was a gift, an 8×10 picture of Denny and I at the Beach Boys concert at Centennial. I looked at him and said, where did you come from? I ran and showed mom. I said, look what I found in the bag of gift bags, a GIFT!
Our daughter is right, her positive attitude about these things is a gift. Look for the silver lining. I miss him so much. God for bid any of you facing this or have already faced it. Some people actually think that and say, it will get better with time. Not true. It’s a gaping hole. Don’t get me wrong, I have a life, but, in the down time, especially before bed. So, December brings a lot of thoughts about our life together and what God has done for our family. Jesus is the reason for the Season! We must never forget that! As painful as that last Christmas was, I count it a priveledge and honor to have taken care of him. Our children were angels helping me, and of course, there will never be enough good words about hospice. All angels. So, if you find yourself complaining about your love, stop, and smell your roses, the sweetest of smells! Right in front of you. I am so happy that all of Denny’s scars are gone in heaven. Love that song from Casting Crowns! Someday we will be on those streets of gold forever! It is my wish for all of you to seek and find the magic of Christmas. Don’t miss it, you will have to wait a whole year. God is good. I am blessed beyond measure. Denny was special, he left his mark wherever he went! So this holiday season, look at each other in a whole new way. Time is so short. And I will always thank God for the gift of Denny. Good night! God bless!🤗❤️🙏🏻❤️🤗
Marilyn’s Heart 