Okay. You totally know this song. In fact, you're probably sick of it, it's so overplayed on the radio.
But overplayed doesn't mean bad.
Last December 23, The Husband and I looked at each other and faced something potentially devastating. Little Wren's eyes were crossing. The cancer might be back, and in her brain. We made the decision to not say anything to anyone until after Christmas.
Privately, we couldn't help the thought ... what if this is the last one with all of us?
I know that there are others out there, carrying fear through Christmas. Sometimes, it's just unavoidable. That's life.
If you must have fear this Christmas, I pray that it may turn out to be nothing significant, as ours did.
If it is significant, I pray that you may have people to support you and give you their strength when yours wearies.
But most of all, I hope you have a good one, without any fear.
And please God, may war be over.