We each have favorite holiday songs. What’s yours?
Since, it’s Sunday, I just have to share a song that brings me to tears in church, just in case you see mascara running down my face.
My Mom loved this Christmas album. Her favorite song? O’ Holy Night.
I’ts my favorite, too.
This version brings me right back to my childhood home in San Lorenzo, California, thirteen years ago as Mom battled cancer. As this song played over and over, she slept in her hospital bed in the family room. Dozens of photos and squiggly drawings from her eight grandchildren dotted the wall by her bed like a mosaic mural of love, while the smells of cinnamon and vanilla candles along with the soft scent of her Jean Nate mingle and drew me in –it’s as if I’m sitting beside her again.
It’s true. Love never dies. As the years have passed, grief does wane but some things won’t ever change…I love her, I’m still her daughter and like any child who misses a parent they love, I miss mine. I always will.
What gives me peace now? I know my Mom sings this song to Jesus–face to face. She’s in Heaven and I’ll be there one day myself. Until then, I’ll sing this song here while she sings this song there…and in a supernatural sort of way–God closes the gap.
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