Tucked above several boxes of votive candles, in a lower kitchen cupboard behind the dog’s feeding area, I discovered a box of Little Debbie Christmas Tree Cakes this morning. I was at first stunned, because we are empty nesters now, and I did not purchase these cakes this year. The freshness date stamp revealed these gems to be from last Christmas. I smiled, I cried, and I smiled again.
In this solemn moment I thought of my long-time friends, T. and P., who laid to rest their beloved son this past year. I can imagine how difficult the many firsts without him have been, especially when loss is emphasized by life-long traditions now altered in his absence. Their pain of loss is not without hope, for just last week T’s testament to me revealed that her realm of grief is tempered with the peace of knowing her son’s place in the loving presence of our Lord God. I marvel at God’s comforting power.
These days, I speak with my healing son several times a week. In a conversation we had a few weeks before this Christmas just passed, with an excitement of old he shared that he had purchased from the commissary two boxes of Little Debbie Christmas Tree Cakes. He was rationing the treats to last as long as possible.
I can’t wait until our next conversation when I’ll tell him I found his tree stash. I am SO thankful that I can.