This is a special Christmas for us.
As you know, we almost lost Clarice this past summer. As she lay on the grass looking up into the evening sky, she felt her breathing fade. Her lungs were collapsed and filling wit
h blood. But she wanted to live.
She thought of her new baby at home asleep in his crib. She wanted to be there for him, to care for him, to love him.
Earlier this year, in February, it’s that little man who was on the edge of death. He was sick. I was holding him in my arms as I watched him struggling to breathe when his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his skin went grey.
We raced to the medical center.
One look at him and he was on oxygen, an ambulance on it’s way to take him to the Children’s Hospital where we would undergo many more hours and then days of worry and watching.
Thank the Creator, he made it through with the help of an amazing medical team at the Stollery.
And around this time last year I had a heart attack. I didn’t know what was happening or why. I simply fell down, alone at home and couldn’t move, the pain was so intense. Afterwards I was so weak. I felt beat up and old. It was only later that the doctor explained to me what happened.
So we are grateful that in our little home we have each other.
Be grateful for your loved ones and never take them for granted. We never know what life will bring, but we know what we can bring to life.
So bring your best. Bring your love.
Bring your fearless heart and your unbounded service.
This is a good world if you let it be.
We love you.
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Thanks and have a very Merry Christmas!
Stories are powerful, and the more powerful they are, the more universal they become.
In this winter season we tell many stories, but none are so striking to the heart and the imagination as that of a mother and child.
No matter your beliefs, just the simple quiet between a sleeping baby and a caring mother is enough to make us all feel a little more at peace, a little more calm.
This blessing is not unique to any denomination, creed, or belief. It’s something special that we all share.
So I wish you a joyous celebration this season, and let us all remember to be grateful for each other and have reverence for this singular miracle we call life.