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The Most Terrible Time of the Year


These are the days when people are humming little tunes such as, "It's the most wonderful time of the year..." while they trim a pine tree with lights, glittery balls, homemade decorations, angels and stars. Manger scenes are carefully put upon the mantle while hot cocoa is warming on the stovetop and children listen to Christmas stories in their jammies. Fond memories warm our hearts and children's laughter brighten our days.

But, for many, these are not the most wonderful days of the year - this is the most terrible month of the year. I have thought about these people recently because many of them are close to my heart.

Mentally Ill and Homeless : When I lived in Chicago, I met mentally ill homeless people on a regular basis and it was a challenge for me to know how to deal with these people. They were needy and in a terrible spot, but I was unsure of how to help someone whose needs were so desperate. Have you noticed that mental illness frightens most of us? We shy away from these people out of fear but many of them need to know that someone cares. They are trapped by the tricks their minds play on them. They often feel hopeless because of their lack of control over emotions and thoughts.

Widows: A recent death in the family can make the holiday memories turn painful instead of joyful and can cause the grieving to dread this time of the year. This is a season of family and togetherness which heightens the pain of being alone.

Single Missionaries: I remember my missionary teammates gathering around at Christmas like a surrogate family, but it was still painful to be so far away from home. As much as missionaries love their jobs and the country they live in, Christmas often brings on an onslaught of homesickness.

The Incarcerated: In all honesty, I would not have thought of the troubles for those in prison before now. They have committed a crime and deserve to reap the consequences. But, the consequences of being separated from family this time of the year can be excruciating. I watch a baby whose dad is in prison and though he is too young to understand it now, there will come a day when this situation will be difficult for this sweet boy. I have a new appreciation for the humanity of prisoners and their need for love and care this time of year.

People in Financial Stress: During the season of gift giving and party going, a family that can barely make ends meet feels the pressures mounting during Christmas. If the debt load is already overwhelming, how will they buy presents for the kids? Many of these folks will not share their personal misery, but this time of the year can be terrible for them.

The Depressed: When getting out of bed seems like climbing a rock wall, trying to keep up with the hectic pace of Christmas is impossible for the depressed. The days are shorter and darker only adding to the depressed mood and the additional pressures of the season can cause a depressed person to simply hide away until December has past. These are the ones who will not admit that they need a friend, and yet they are secretly hoping someone will give them a hug.

Maybe we should keep our eyes open for these people this season who might not think all this Christmas flurry is so wonderful. What can we do to lighten their load and brighten their days?

Comments

Denise said…
Amen, I totally agree with you on this my friend.
Janna Rust said…
Great thoughts, Heather, and very well stated. Thanks for the reminder for all of us that this time isn't the most "wonderful" for everyone.
Unknown said…
great reminder!
thank you!
sharon brobst said…
Heather, a beautiful post...a much needed reminder.
lori said…
You are soooooo right...We deliver gifts to a nursing home as a family each year and when you realize that some of these people have no family, it literally breaks your heart. They light up when we come and embrace us...they sit,we chat, they open the gifts and we will help put on new slippers, we will put new comforters on beds..it truly is a wonderful afternoon and a reminder for Scott, and I and the kids that Christmas is not the same for all of us....
Thank you for the reminder...we can't forget,
we MUST be that light that shines in what for some is the darkness of Christmas...
hugs,
oh and they COULDN'T have picked a better blog to highlight this month!!
I saw it and said, 'hey, I know her!!' I guess it made me feel 'important':)
love this place of yours!!
lori
Susan said…
Wow, this was so good.

Thanks so much for bringing attention to all these people whose the holidays will not be so "merry".

Because my son has been fighting cancer, (and doing really well, praise God!), many of my friends are spending this Christmas without their child. Many have have told their children have run out of options lately too.

A close friend, lost her husband last week, so yes, our lives are surrounded by those who are in difficult, sad and lonely times now.

I try to be sensitive to their needs and situations especially during this time of the year.

Thank God for Emmanuel, for truly He is WITH US!

Blessings to you Heather,

Susan
letterstoelijah said…
This was a wonderful post! Even though it's the middle of August it's good to be reminded of the ones we need to love all year.

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