…That packages and bows can never heal a hurting human soul.
I have a friend who is hurting right now and this time of year just emphasizes the things that are going wrong in one’s life. My neighbor is recovering from a stroke and is finally able to go back to work after being off for four or five months. Their home is being foreclosed on and they are faced with bankruptcy. A mother was celebrating her daughter’s birthday at a roller skating party, fell, broke one wrist and has a stress fracture in the other.
For every wrong there is a right, however. My hurting friend has a spouse who has the strength to help see them through this troubled time. My neighbor has family support and understanding and they are determined to pick up the pieces and move on – and they are doing so with grace and humor. The mother with the broken wrists has a circle of friends and family who helped her host Thanksgiving and who continue to help.
We step out our front door, with camera in hand to take silly photos of lighted snowmen, look up and receive this gift from heaven that needs not a package nor a bow. And we are thankful for what is right and good in our life and hope the same for our friends and neighbors.