Every December 4th is sad and I'm sure always will be for our family. But today was very special for me. I hosted a Junior Auxiliary Christmas party for our life and associate members. When we originally planned it I just planned for the first Thursday in December and didn't think about what day it would fall on. I was nervous and nostalgic when it fell on December 4th. My grandmother was a life Junior Auxiliary member and it was something special we shared. So I did just what my grandmother would have done...I painted my nails bright red and had my house (which was her house) as decorated as she would have had it for such an event. And all of her sweet friends came to the party. It was so bittersweet, as my ideal situation would have been her right there with them. However, I was just so happy to see them and have them in the house for the first time since it has been my house. I have been so careful not to change things too much, yet make the house my own. When we first bought her house, I worried it would be sad for me. It has been such the opposite though. This house brings me so much joy, just as it did for her and my grandfather. I feel comfortable in this house and love the connection it gives me to my grandparents. Sometimes I feel a cool breeze beside me in the house and I always feel like it is grandmother or grandfather. It is not a scary feeling, it is actually really neat. (Kyle thinks I am CRAY CRAY.) (Kyle also jokes that grandmother will haunt me when I do something to her house she doesn't like.) There is a corner of my closet that smells just like my grandmother and when I walk inside the house sometimes it even smells just like it used to when they lived here.
Three years ago I was left devestated to lose my grandmother. Today, though I am still sad and miss her greatly, I feel like I am making the best of it and doing just what she would want me to. I will continue to try to make Christmas as grand as she did, but I know in my heart it doesn't compare to the Christmas season she has in heaven with Jesus.
I see the countless Christmas trees
Around the world below,
With tiny lights, like heaven’s stars,
Reflecting on the snow.
Around the world below,
With tiny lights, like heaven’s stars,
Reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular,
Please wipe away that tear.
For I’m spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.
Please wipe away that tear.
For I’m spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs,
That people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can’t compare,
With the Christmas choir up here.
That people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can’t compare,
With the Christmas choir up here.
For I have no words to tell you,
The joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description,
To hear an angel sing.
The joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description,
To hear an angel sing.
I can’t tell you of the splendor,
Or the peace here in this place.
Can you just imagine Christmas,
With our Savior, face to face?
Or the peace here in this place.
Can you just imagine Christmas,
With our Savior, face to face?
I’ll ask Him to light your spirit,
As I tell Him of your love;
So then pray for one another,
As you lift your eyes above.
As I tell Him of your love;
So then pray for one another,
As you lift your eyes above.
Please let your heart be joyful,
And let your spirit sing.
For I’m spending Christmas in Heaven,
And let your spirit sing.
For I’m spending Christmas in Heaven,
And I’m walking with the King!
I know how much you miss me;
I see the pain inside your heart.
But I’m not so far away,
We really aren’t apart.
I see the pain inside your heart.
But I’m not so far away,
We really aren’t apart.
So be happy for me, dear ones,
You know I hold you dear,
And be glad I’m spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.
You know I hold you dear,
And be glad I’m spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.
I send you each a special gift
From my heavenly home above.
I send you each a memory
Of my undying love.
From my heavenly home above.
I send you each a memory
Of my undying love.
After all “love” is the gift,
More precious than pure gold.
It was always most important
In the stories Jesus told.
More precious than pure gold.
It was always most important
In the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other
As my Father said to do,
For I can’t count the blessings
Or the love He has for you.
As my Father said to do,
For I can’t count the blessings
Or the love He has for you.
So have a Merry Christmas and
Wipe away that tear.
Remember I’m spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year!
Wipe away that tear.
Remember I’m spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year!
-Author Unknown
Awesome post Audra!!
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