Christmas Morning
I was awoken this morning at 12:18 after three hours of pseudo sleep, not by Santa’s sleigh bells but by a little girl’s voice. Thus far, I’ve struggled with what my blog is “supposed” to be, therefore I’ve written almost nothing. My wonderful friend and shining life-example, Char, recently emailed me about my writing, “You are writing your way to a deeper truth - your job is to get it out there and then set it free. God is in charge of the reception - your job is to create...put the “diary” out there. Trust me - it will resonate with another soul.” This morning as I reread her words I understand them in a new way. This morning I’m writing for the little soul who woke me up. She is aching to be validated, by me. This is my Christmas gift to her. Now I struggle with what she wants me to say. The same fears and anxieties that demanded I repress my feelings, needs, and wants as ...