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30 December, 2025

I haven't felt much like writing the last few weeks. 

Sometimes Christmas will arrive and I will feel a twinge of the loss of Dad, and other times that loss will be large and in charge. This year I missed him a lot. He loved watching his family open each gift and always had that smile on his face of delight and happiness. Rarely did Dad have that kind of joy in his life, but Christmas was special for him.  

Every Christmas morning he made a pancake breakfast for his family and guests who may be there. We all ate at the table and enjoyed his love. After cleaning up, we all gathered by the tree and one person would pick the first present, but not for themselves, and then pass it to the named person, who then opened it to all the ohhhs and aweeeees from all. Then that person picked the next present and passed it on, and so on, until every gift was opened, paper was spread everywhere, and we all got to see each person get excited about what they got. It took a long time but it made Christmas morning very special. How he enjoyed that time with his family.   

So, some Christmases I miss him and that special time more than ever. This Christmas was one of those times. 

On Christmas Eve, I ate a commercially packaged turkey sandwich for dinner and within a couple hours I sorely wished I had not eaten it.  So, I spent Christmas day with food poisoning and for a few days after my stomach was sore and energy was only in my mind.  I have sworn off commercial sandwiches and probably turkey too as this is the third time I have gotten poisoned with turkey. )o: 

So, tomorrow is New Year's Eve. the year 2025 is almost gone, and good riddance! I wonder what God has in store for us in 2026? Whatever it may be, I know that He knows exactly what He's doing and it will be for the best interest of this earth. Each day is one day closer to Jesus returning to collect His bride. Come Lord Jesus!

As for me, I love You Jesus with all that I'm made of..... 

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