One year ago today I lost my grandmother, Elsie Knighton, the single most influential woman in my life. And if you knew the incredible women, beginning with my mom, that God has surrounded me with, you would understand just how significant that statement really is.
In all honesty, I’ve dreaded this day — but when I woke up, this verse quickened my heart:
I do admit that I always selfishly hoped no one I loved would die near Christmas because I didn’t want the season to be tinged with sadness. And yet, there really is no better season to be reminded of the true HOPE that exists because of Christ’s willingness to dwell among us.
And for that, and so much more, I rejoice.