Heavy heart.....

It is with a heavy heart that I write today.  Here it is the 11th of December already and time seems to be flying even faster.  This is the Christmas season when all should be happy and looking forward to the big day, but a very dear friend is hurting today.  My heart is very heavy for her.  To be a mom in such chaotic times is hard enough, but then there is struggle of teaching your children and being a good example to them even when they "push" the buttons.  As I can remember days when I did not want to be a mom because of the hurtful things my son could say.  Not meaning or even knowing what he said but our hearts seem to pick up on it even though it was not said with meaning behind it.  How do I help when I see her heart breaking and struggling to be a good mom?  I believe she is a wonderful mom. I can see it in her little ones faces, but how to help her to see clearly enough to see it herself.  God bless her in this trying time.  I am here for you!  As I read other blogs and see that others are struggling but they are in the healing process as well,  I have hope.  It is not just myself or my dear friend that is struggling!  It is a matter of what do we do when we are in the middle of the struggle.  I am learning to focus on my savior.  As was said this morning from the pulpit, how we respond to the coming of Jesus hinges on your belief in the need of a savior.  I have known that I need a savior, but it is becoming even more real to me on a daily basis.  I truly need a savior and I am focusing on Christmas in a new light this year.  It is not the gifts but the reason for the season.  I need to reach out more and lend a hand.  I have totally closed myself off and as a result of the journey I am beginning to reach out.  So how do I help in hard times when I am not sure what to do?  I am praying much more for people and trying to be attentive to the situations around me.  I am trying to be obedient to the Spirit.  I fail often but am trying.  This has been a hard year, but at the same time a freeing year.  I think I might have letters to write to people that may never read them, but it will be more therapy for myself to free me even more.  I am so thankful for people that are vulnerable enough to let the world read there stories and help others in there journeys.  Until next time God bless you.