This morning I got a message about a family whose 16 year old son died in the night. He had leukemia. Be still my heart.

It has brought on a flood of emotions, and as I sit in my church parking lot today, I am trying to dry up the tears. 

For me, this is the week. The week my life changed forever.  I don’t celebrate this anniversary but I am always reminded. I am attaching an old blog post for those of you who don’t know about the pain I am speaking of. 

But I rejoice. I rejoice because right now I hurt. It feels as though my God is silent. But He is not. 

My King came in the form of a manger. He went to a cross one where Mary watched her son die.  So I am going out on a limb, but I say that before we can know great joy, we must know great pain. 

The greater the pain, the greater the joy. The gratitude. The awe and wonder of how a Savior came for me. 

And one day… oh yes, one day, He is coming back.

He is coming back for those who are His. That’s me. 

If I am still here when He returns, he will look at the masses and say, “Let’s go!” But He will look at me and say, “Let’s go-ready to see your dad again??”

Now I am squalling. Thanks God for this image this morning. Tears are good.

So is waterproof mascara.:)

This is an old blog post, but it tells my story for those of you who do not know. 

https://kathymcbroom.com/2015/12/12/the-year-my-dad-had-a-stroke-at-christmastime/

Let the celebration begin, after the tears. Thanks to all of you that encourage me. We go through this pain together.  

“I got you, girl. I died so that you could live in paradise with no more tears” Jesus

Enjoy this video by some sweet friends and amazing people. 

“Mary, Did You Know?”

https://g.co/kgs/Emgh2B

Merry Christmas