It’s been about a month. Things are not really fun. Things are sad (pretty most all the time). Things are hard to think about without the tears welling up and falling down my face as I load and unload my dishwasher. But I’m raising my kids with faith.
Life goes on. I’m functioning. I still laugh when something is funny. I still take my kids to school and dance class and birthday parties. I continue to work. I put all the lights on our tree and enjoyed our family’s annual Christmas tree decorating night.
“HOW ARE YOU FUNCTIONING?” my friends ask. FAITH.
I’m functioning because of my faith. (Thank God. Pun intended.)
And, Christmastime is THE time for tapping into faith, if you ask me.