This Christmas season has been a lot of struggle for Ryan, myself and our Etienne. This is nothing new. I am so grateful that the old testament writes of the promise of Jesus' birth, when times were tough beyond my measure, that there was and IS hope for our salvation. I have been holding onto Isaiah 35, when "everlasting joy will be on their heads," with the promise of Christmas.
So we don't sleep. The greenery has seen its greener day. Our 3rd child lives somewhere between time out land and attached to mommy's back world. But we are here, together and it's a season of hope, joy and love. I don't want to be Debby Downer. I'm just being real.