I remember exactly what I was doing last Christmas and New Year’s (2009-2010). One of the most notable memories is counting down the New Year with a dear friend, closing my eyes and wishing I could see my child. I made a wish to God that said “if I only had my daughter in my arms, I wish I could spend the New Year with her alone, and only her”. The countdown ended, I got my New Year’s hug and the 2010 New Year began with a feeling of emptiness.
I am so blessed that this year I had my wish come true. I never gave up. It was through my friends, strangers now friends, family and of course my ever powerful God, that I found the strength to fight, and fight harder I did.
This year, as I held my daughter in my arms, both of us alone, our little family, amidst the busy strangers surrounding our location choice for celebration, I acknowledged God’s direct work again, when I realized my wish, exactly as I wished it, had come true except it came true on His time, not mine.
I argue with myself often trying to understand why bad things happen to good people and I admit I can’t comprehend it. Like most, I try to understand and I struggle with opposing thoughts on the matter. But the one thing I have to believe in, based on personal experience, is the idea of hope as a critical component of survival.
Whether you believe in a God, or not, I see hope as a “tool” at the very least that should be used and taught to everyone at an early age, for those “just in case” days, those days that one cannot ever imagine will happen in their lives. Without hope, there is truly nothing. My wish came true, was it hope? I don’t know. But was hope a part of it? You bet it was.
May your wishes for your families to be reunited come true this New Year. May we unite in saving our children. May hearts turn to the righteous ways and change things for the better.
“Let there be peace on Earth, and let it begin with me…” (Written by Sy Miller and Jill Jackson Circa 1955)