The gifts were already open. The long dreamed of toy kitchen sat staring blankly, oven door open in a silent scream, plastic food chewed. Shredded wrapping paper, busted game pieces, and crushed ornaments littered the living room floor. The tree tilted awkwardly toward the broken sliding glass door as if it were trying desperately to escape the sad little scene.
Oh, that Christmas so, so long ago. Two tiny broken hearts amidst all those broken toys. Broken door, broken dreams, broken family...
Christmas may be the hardest time of the year for some people. All the "togetherness" of the season accentuates the loneliness of those who are grieving. Grieving the loss of a loved one, the death of a dream. Broken hearts, broken homes.
We can offer gifts to those who are lost and lonely by being there for them. Opening our hearts and homes to those who need love and comfort. We can share our faith, our food, our families and friends. So many unopened gifts...
Hugs,
Melissa
This is beautiful!!! Speaks to the heart.
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