Why Is this Time of the Year So Difficult?

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Cold Weather. Keeps us in the house and longing for Baseball season in this house. We are shut in and isolated much of winter. Difficult to get the husband out during the winter months. Sometimes it's so cold it makes taking my walks impossible. Hubby has such bad circulation that he he's nothing but cold in his arms and legs. But he never wants to miss going to Mass. Tomorrow he'll won't even be able to attend since we are experiencing record lows, ice and snow. I will have him bundle up next to the fire place watching football with a big pot of soup on the stove.

The holidays. This time of the years has always been very difficult for me. When I was 19 yrs old my 22yr old brother Mark was killed in a car accident two days after Christmas. The year Dick and I were to be married in just six months with Mark as one of the attendants. 8 yrs later, after Dick had his accident, getting to both sides of the family with three very young children, with gifts and snacks in tow, I was nothing if not over whelmed. I tried so hard to let no one know the stress I was under. I wanted no one to feel my burden. I also had the house to decorate, the gifts to buy, food to prepare and house to clean while dealing with the kids and planning Dick's care so not to inflict on our Christmas morning.

There are so many times that I want to share my pain but I never want to pull others down with me. I prayer to you Lord to help me with my burden and hear my cries and help me see the beauty in the winter snow!

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