United In Worship

I’m not surprising anyone when I say the first Christmas after my husband’s death has been difficult.

I just wanted to hide under my fuzzy blanket and sleep through Christmas. I was so tempted to stay home instead of going to my church’s Christmas Eve service, but I went anyway.

And, I’m so glad I did.

As I was singing “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” in my church’s sanctuary, I suddenly felt Brady’s presence the strongest I have felt since he died.

As I sang this ancient hymn, I saw a vision of Brady in heaven. He was worshipping our Lord, with his arms stretched out. I saw him in his purest form, for our souls were created to worship. This sight brought tears to my eyes and warmth to my spirit.

And I realized, in that very moment, Brady and I were connected since we were both worshiping Jesus at the same time. I cannot properly express the overwhelming joy or immense peace that I received as I worshipped my Savior that evening. Not only was my soul calmed by the Holy Spirit, but I was able to worship God with Brady again.

There’s a lot I can’t do with Brady anymore. I can’t decorate the tree with him. I can’t watch another cheesy Hallmark movie with him. I can’t even go to a Christmas Eve service with him.

But our souls were created to worship our God, and that, my love, we will always do together.