Its 2.09 am Christmas morning.
I'm in the lounge, DH in his study.
Its been a day that might go down in family history as one of our worst.
My children's marriage is over.
All that remains is the dreary practicalities and grey lost dreams.
Our in-law child is devastated, and so is our own one.
There have been horrible accusations from people I would never have expected, and my child has been kicked when it was least bearable.
I am battling anger and outrage about that, too.
I don't want to go to sleep angry
And each time I think I'm over it, it circles back at me.
Please don't feel you have to comment on this
You have all said your wonderful supportive things
And I am using my space just to vent
In a few short hours, we will have a houseful of people
All battling this thing from different perspectives
But we will also have 5 little people, dancing with excitement because Christmas is finally here.
For them, we will forget it all for a while if we can
And try to enter into their joy.
And we will remember, perhaps as never before, how precious is the gift of Christ
The only perfect One
Whose miraculous birth we celebrate today
And the grace and forgiveness He bought for us at the cross.