So, it's Christmas again....I know people struggle with the fact that I always hate this time of year, but I do.
December 1, 2017 started with me having -$4.95 cents in my bank account.
It's now December 8, and I now have $15.27 in my bank account, because I got paid today. I won't be paid for another two weeks.
For the first time ever, I've had to tell my son there are no Christmas gifts this year.
He's 20 now. Not a child anymore, but a man.
He tells me that it's ok. But deep in my heart I know that it's not.
So, just to scramble to find food for the rest of this month, I am looking at those gift cards that I have in my wallet. Five dollars here, $1.36 there.
I am lucky, I guess. I know of women with younger children who are doing unthinkable and unspeakable things on the streets to their minds, thoughts, and bodies to provide a Christmas to their child/ren.
I know that Christmas is not, and should not, be about presents under the tree.
It's about the birth of Christ our Savior.
So, I try to find hope, and strength, and life in that.
