The week before Christmas, two months after my mom died, holiday shopping and decorating sat at the bottom of my priority list. I resisted my husband’s attempts to comfort me as I grieved the loss of our family’s faith-filled matriarch. I sulked as our son, Xavier, stretched and stapled strands of Christmas lights onto the inside walls of our home. Without a word, he plugged in the cord before he and his dad left for work.
As the colorful bulbs blinked, God gently drew me out of my darkness. No matter how painful the circumstances, my hope remained secure in the light of God’s truth, which always reveals His unchanging character.
God secures our hope in His unchanging character.
Real Life of an MSW 
that photo fit perfect with the way you shared how your hope was lit and “God gently drew me out of my darkness.”
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That is not my story, but one I have decided to share, as I found others may find it relatable this time of year. Thank you for reading.
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Oh I did not see that it was someone else’s story ??
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That was a omission on my part, forgive me.
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