It's very easy to get disheartened these days it seems like.
For our family personally, it seems like we keep hitting brick walls. We're not sure when my husband's unemployment is going to come in because of one thing and another. The job market here stinks. I'm very concerned about the kids (or any of us, really) getting sick because we have no insurance. My husband has dental work that needs done, as do I. I had some medical tests scheduled for last week that I ended up cancelled because they were outrageously expensive. $3000 for one test is not going to happen when we've got two kids to feed and bills to pay! When you've got limited funds, everything seems expensive, or at least that's how I've begun to feel.
Another thing that is affecting me in particular is thinking about my grandparents. My paternal grandparents are in Texas this year. They usually go to Texas each year during the winter months but my Gramma usually stays behind at least until New Years so she can spend the holidays with us. She chose to go with my Grandpa earlier this year for several reasons, one being the cancer he's been battling. Just a little while back, he had a scan and the news was not good. The cancer is creeping back into his bones so he has had to start chemo again. This is difficult not only for him but also for my Gramma and all of our family. And of course, always always around Christmas time I am reminded of my maternal grandmother and her struggle with cancer that ended on Christmas several years ago. (I've written about it before.)
So what can I do? Hang my head in despair? I could choose to do that. Or I can grab despair by the collar, tell him to "GET LOST" and then throw him aside like a rag doll. :) I can choose to think positively about each and every situation. I am very blessed and incredibly thankful for everything I have. Although my Grandpa is battling cancer, he and my Gramma have a whole raft of activities planned for Christmas-time with their camping club buddies. My kids continually surprise and amaze me. They're anxiously awaiting not only Santa's visit, but also our family get-togethers, the exchanging of gifts they've crafted themselves, and my reading of the biblical Christmas story. Zeke has even memorized a part of the Christmas story just from repeatedly listening to A Charlie Brown Christmas book my mother-in-law got from one of her co-workers. The sounds of "Jingle Bells" and "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" have been filling my house for days. We're blessed by family and true friends who mean the world to us. I have a home, food, clothes, and breath in my body. This is the day that the Lord has made - I choose to rejoice and be glad in it. :)