Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Day have come and gone. One of the most stressful, anxiety-filled seasons of the year (along with the joy, wonder, awe, etc.). In a very compartmentalized part of myself, I dreaded it, because of all.the.things. The parties, the can’t-get-out-of-it commitments, the family drama (of which we have oh-so-much. Yay us.).
When your husband has depression that robs him of every last ounce of energy for dealing with people and socially normal things, the Christmas season feels a little like a ticking time bomb. How long before he’s d.o.n.e. and retreats into The Pit? How long before I have to come up with reasons for why he’s not at this or that party…again?
I kept waiting….and waiting….and then cautiously optimistically enjoying events…but still waiting. And, it never came. God has blessed us with 2 of the most consistently healthy, wonderful months we’ve had all at one time, ever. It’s been beyond-words amazing. Peace-filled, restful, restorative. A calm in the midst of a storm, a reprieve from battle.
So I (we) have enjoyed it, and not tried to analyze it too much by writing, but instead praise God (every.day.) for it and live it.
The Hebrew word “shalom” means completeness, wholeness, health, peace, welfare, safety, soundness, tranquility, prosperity, perfectness, fullness, rest, harmony, the absence of agitation or discord.
This has characterized the last 2 months for us, and we pray it continues. Forever.