“Did you have a nice Thanksgiving?” I asked almost everyone I greeted on Sunday morning.
What I think I meant was, Did you spend it with someone you loved?
I wondered about this as I dropped my daughter and son-in-law at the airport for their flight home.
Then I sobbed.
The reason I sobbed wasn’t because I missed them already. That’s a given.
The reason I cried was I wondered where I fit in.
My kids are grown. They have spouses and fiancés and good friends and new family. It’s normal. It’s expected. It’s hard.
“How do we know how to fit into our children’s’ lives?” I asked Tom while I snorted into a Kleenex. We live a twelve-hour-shift away from them. We can’t offer them an exciting time. Watching the sun rise. Listening to chickens coo. Throwing a stick for our dog, Sam.
“That’s not for us to decide, Pauline.”
Tom is almost always right about those things. It’s infuriating. And refreshing.
“Besides, we have some new family now. A bigger family–the body of Christ here at our church.”
Where I “fit in” is in a heavenly kingdom.
And it all began with a baby in a manger. The season we just entered.
I grew up as the daughter of Salvation Army Officers. I’ve seen lonely and plenty who didn’t “fit in.”
So I know there are lonely, hopeless people in all income brackets and of all races.
That is the beauty of the Christmas story–hope.
God became a Man so we could be part of a heavenly kingdom.
So we could have an eternal place to fit in with a loving Savior.
It’s the reason to hope. The reason to praise. The reason to share with someone who doesn’t have a Happy Thanksgiving, or a Merry Christmas.
The real Christmas Gift.
But, I still miss my kids.
Hang in there, friend. I’m going to write every day until Christmas.
English Standard Version (ESV)
4 But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his Son, born of woman, born under the law, 5 to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons. 6 And because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying, “Abba! Father!” 7 So you are no longer a slave, but a son, and if a son, then an heir through God.