One Christmas morning at 12:15 a.m., I sat on the stairs in our living room, holding back tears.
The presents were wrapped. The stockings were stuffed. The casserole was in the refrigerator, ready for our breakfast, only six hours away. The children were sleeping with sugarplum dreams, and my husband was snoring.
But I was exhausted. Physically and emotionally spent before Jesus’s birthday celebration.
On the perch of my carpeted stairs, I could see evidence of my efforts to create a glorious Christmas morning for my family. But I couldn’t hold back my pain any longer. The pain I had tried to push back with weeks of frenzied activity.
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