I remember getting so excited about Christmas when I was younger. My grandma, Baba, and I would put up the outside Christmas lights. Sometimes we would be up all night trying to figure out which light went out, but when all the lights were lit up, it was magic to me! I also remember racing home from school to see which special Czech cookies my grandma was baking. I had a very important job of sampling the cookies.
It’s been 10 years and I can still smell the sweet Czech cookies and feel Baba come alive when we put the Christmas lights up. I miss her so much! Last year, I lost a very close friend to a sudden heart attack. Christmas is supposed to be a joyous time. As I sip my hot cocoa, the tears roll down my cheeks and memories flood my mind. I cannot help but feel the pain of those around me as well–pain for losing a loved one or for being rejected instead of comforted.
Hot cocoa usually is a symbol of the warm happy moments in life. My desire is not to depress you but rather encourage you to take a hot cocoa moment. Take time to let yourself just be you, free of expectations, free of responsibility, free. Cry if it helps you. Get lost in those joyous memories that no one can take away from you. So often we are wedded to an identity that is not from God. We want to be more and have more.
God just wants us to join Him for a hot cocoa moment.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
I just came across a post from Cycleguy’s Spin that really hit home for me. The topic is envy and what it does to us.
I struggle with envy because I do not understand how God can love me as much as the person who does more than me…continued on Curve Balls
I am not ready to celebrate Joshua’s first birthday and welcome in his next chapter of being a toddler. I am not ready to stop our special nightly encounters in which I can soothe Joshua back to sleep. I am not ready to put him down and let him explore. I want to hold him for just a bit longer…continued on Curve Balls
A very close friend of mine has a son, Ethan who has Cystic Fibrosis and maybe developed a lung infection. Currently, he is battling a fever, nonstop coughing, and vomiting. Please join us in prayer so that Ethan does not have to go to the hospital, especially since he was there 3 months ago. Thank you sooooo much for your prayers. They do make a difference!
It’s been awhile since we last talked. You know that feeling you get when you have so much to write, but are told that you have to condense everything with a 500-word limit? That’s how I feel. I am not even sure where to begin.
On the morning of December 23, 2011, Garrett and I found out that we would be parents! Little did we know that our little munchkin would come 7 weeks early, completely turning our lives upside down. Our journey inspired me to write an additional blog called Curve Balls. I would love to fellowship with you on that blog as well.
I missed you guys and I am glad to be back.
Talk to you soon,
Merry Christmas from our family to yours. I am looking forward to fellowshipping with all of you in the new year.
Garrett, Michelle, Stastny (Ruff),and Isabel (ruff)
I remember when our family would take off for Mammoth during Christmas break. My dad, being an avid skier, got us all started on skiing at the early age of 3. By age 8, I was tearing down black diamond runs. Interestingly enough, I did not mind skiing down practically vertical slopes, but I was terrified of a particular chairlift…Chair 23. The name still sends chills down my spine…
Dad: “Misa, come on, let’s go. We need to get on the chairlift otherwise we can’t ski the mountain.”
Me: “But, daddy, the chair scares me and I am afraid of falling off.”
Dad: “Nonsense, I got you.”
I begrudgingly moved to the chairlift and as soon as we got on it, my dad wrapped his arms around my shoulder and placed the pole like a seat belt in front of me. “You see, he said, “I have got you.”
I think back to how many times our Father in heaven sees our fear and wraps His arms around us and secures us where we are. So many times, I have feared falling, but like my dad, God has protected me each time.
How has God protected you from falling or wrapped His arms around you?