The Holidays are Heavy
Merry, bright, and light. Those were the holidays of our childhood that we waited on impatiently. They were full of wonder and the memories made had a glow about them. Then, we grew up. We got older and wiser and more weary of the temporary. Suddenly, the presents weren't as important as the presence and the things we truly wished for were beyond our reach. Our tables were less full as chairs were taken away each year. No more grandpa, goodbye grandma, I miss you dad. Each year became a little less merry, the shine dulled, and the burden grew heavy. We feel a little more broken and aren't sure how to mend our wounds. Those who are left grieving over the holidays wonder if there is a way to make the holidays feel whole again. The simple answer to this is that they will never be the way they were before just like we will never be the people we were before again. When we are young we were taught that healing means making the brokenness and the cracks go away. We have learned t...
