I think one of the most powerful lessons that I learned was in spite of the choices that my oldest AD made, I could choose to have a good day or a bad day, a good holiday or a bad holiday.
We had a brutal cold front come through the other night, and on the local news they were showing a gentleman handing out gloves and hats to the homeless on the streets.
Sometimes I get so into self and what I perceive as insurmountable problems that I forget how truly blessed that I am.
When both of my girls still lived at home, during the holidays, we had a prayer box we made, and every evening, we would write someone on a slip of paper we would pray for that night-the homeless, children who went hungry that day, people with cancer, etc.
For me, this season isn't about what I get, it's about what I give.
