it isn’t that important.
i have no recent grief to deal with.
i am not in any pain or agony.
my life is not like others.
i have a home. food. warmth. a husband that loves me.
and yet. there is a tinge.
of sadness. regret. anger.
the plans i make get taken away.
with no question. or thought of what my hopes were for this Christmas.
to celebrate with my small family, my children, some friends.
to talk and laugh and watch old movies.
but no one asks and they make assumptions.
oh i need Jesus today. to change my mind and my heart.
to take the anger and spite out of me.
every time it happens i have to give up everything.
i have to go smile and kiss and eat and act like i am glad to be there.
but i am not. i want to be in my home with my tree and my people.
in my small little world. it has not ever been perfect.
i do not expect perfect. i would just like to once get to do what i planned.
brokenBread...... 