A strange Christmas

This has got to be the strangest Christmas of my life. It was my second Christmas without my mom. Last year my dad and I went to Uganda for Christmas to be with my sister, so it was a huge distraction to celebrating the holiday without my mom. I'm sure you can imagine—the vaccinations, the travel, the excitement of going to a new country, of seeing my nephews—it was such a unique Christmas, it was easy to mask the fact that we were missing my mother.

This year Christmas snuck up on me. I didn't think it would be hard, but it was. I didn't realize that not only is my mom gone, but this was my first Christmas ever without my sister. It made for a pretty strange Christmas this year. It was just me and my dad. It wasn’t bad, just different. It was quiet and it felt empty in a lot of ways.

Yeah, Christmas is about kids and family. But I’m glad that is not what it’s really about. Because when the kids are in Africa, and family is scarce, there is still reason to celebrate. God, the Creator of the universe humbled Himself and became a man. He was born as a baby in a manager, in a humble stable. That is the God I serve. And I’m so thankful.

Song of the Day

Last Christmas

I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye
Tell me baby, do you recognize me?

Well it's been a year
It doesn't surprise me
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I love you"
I meant it, now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again

[Chorus]

A crowded room
Friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you And your soul of ice
My god I thought you were
Someone to rely on
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore me apart
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again

[Chorus 2x]

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover buy you tore him apart
Maybe next year I'll give it to someone
I'll give it to someone special.

Isn't it Ironic?

Once upon a time I had something good and didn't realize just how good it was until it was gone. Instead, I wanted something else, something slightly different. I didn't mean to, and didn't realize it, but I tried to change that good thing and ended up losing it. Now after all this time, I have what I wanted before. But I don't want that anymore. I want what I had. So I gave up what I don't want, but I still don't have what I do want. Isn't it ironic?

They say what goes around comes around. I really believe this is true, and right now I am getting a taste of my own medicine...exactly what I deserve.