Tonight we hosted our Christmas party for our small group. It was a good night.
This day always seems to sneak up on me as I anticipate Christmas every year. In the middle of this joy-filled season comes a day that brought so much grief so many years ago. This year marks 17 years since my oldest sister, Kristen, died. It’s so hard for my mind to wrap around that number. Seventeen years means that she’s been gone longer than she was here.
I cried today. I do every year on this day and a few days in between. I’ll never stop missing her, but I am thankful for the time I got with her. I am thankful for the example she set for me as a little girl, and I am thankful that this day isn’t just about death.
On this day I celebrate that I will see my sister again one day because she knew the Giver of life. She boldly proclaimed His goodness, and I know she is present with Him now.
So as Christmas approaches, I thank God that He loved us enough to send that little baby who became a man who was strong enough to conquer death.