Christmas happened this year. The tree was up, I even managed to get the lights up on the gutters of the house. The boys got what they wanted. They “busted” Santa and found the true meaning of Christmas. We saw a great Christmas pageant at church. But then things got difficult.
Two days after Christmas, Andrew came down with a high fever and had to go to the hospital for three nights. I stayed with him. I’m sure you would have wanted me to do that. I’m his daddy and that’s my place. He had influenza. He didn’t feel good. That was very hard to be witness to.
As if that wasn’t enough … The day Andy was discharged from the hospital I came down with the high fever and the cough. In fact, I’m still a little bit sick, and my vacation is basically over. I’ve spent the past several days in isolation in my bedroom to rest and keep from getting anyone else in the family sick.
Christmas is supposed to be a time where I am together with my family. We are supposed to spend time together, be reminded what makes us a family, and focus on the love given to us through You. I didn’t get that. I got to sleep. I tried to pray. You didn’t answer.
Now my vacation time is nearing an end just as I’m starting to feel better. What’s up with that?
Where were you this Christmas?