I hate the fact that there are people who are suffering while I am living in luxury.
There was a page on Facebook called Blessings for Brinley. I had liked the page and had been following it for quite a while. It was about the cutest little baby girl who was born with a serious heart disease. She had been doing pretty good but then she took a turn for the worse and had to be admitted into the hospital. The doctors told her parents that if everything went well she would be home for Christmas. Little Brinley was having a hard time and she was put on life support. She was fighting with all she had but God called her back home just 3 days before Christmas. She was only 4 months old.
My heart broke for Brinley's parents. I guess it hit me harder then it normally would have since I have my own little baby now. I could not even begin to imagine the pain they were going through. Here I was, loving on Easton and wrapping his presents. Brinley's parents had just lost their little angel and they would probably have to go home and look at her gifts that were wrapped and waiting for her to open. Try as I might, I could not stop thinking about them. I cried and prayed that they would have comfort.
Not only was I struggling with the thoughts of Brinley's parents, but I was struggling with the thoughts of 3 police families who had just lost their loved ones right before Christmas. They didn't lose them because of an accident, they lost them because of hate. Someone hated the police so much that they killed 3 people who wore the badge of a policeman. They didn't know who these cops were. They didn't care that they had families to go home to. They cared about making a point regardless of the fact that they took a loved one away from their family.
The loss of a family is always hard, but I think it is especially hard when it happens during the holidays. While everyone else is happy and enjoying the company of the ones they love, those people are dealing with the absence of someone they love. My heart was heavy on Christmas. I enjoyed spending time with my family, but this was the first Christmas that I felt like I didn't take advantage of how blessed I am. The gifts were nice, but I was more thankful for my life and family members this Christmas season.
I know that all of these gifts come from God and the reason I have been blessed is because of Christ's sacrifice for me. So, even though this was a hard Christmas for me, I was very thankful for it. It really put things into perspective for me. I truly realized how blessed I am for the life I have.
