On this Christmas Eve, as I miss my Gwen, my heart is filled with wonderful memories of life together.
It doesn’t have to be that way, but I choose to remember the good times–the Christmas Eves spent putting bikes together in the middle of the night–the excitement of waiting for her or the kids to open that special present they aren’t expecting–the joy of sharing precious moments with the woman of my dreams.
I do have a choice–I could sit and wallow in my grief, and make sure everyone else knows I’m suffering. But I’m not suffering, and to indicate that I am is disrespectful to her and hypocritical toward God.
Gwen is with Jesus today, as she will be tomorrow and the next day. As we celebrate Christmas this year, we will miss her as we always do. But we will not allow missing her to keep us from rejoicing in what God has done by sending his only Son, Jesus, to be born of the virgin, Mary. His birth and His death allow us to have everlasting, eternal life with Him.
Merry Christmas my friends.