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Faith in Fear: Story 2 The Queen Of Christmas

The second stormy season of my life came at the age of 7. I don't recall this being as near death or dramatic as the first one but, my parents were divorcing. I remember the night they decided to tell me. They told me to come into their bedroom and my mom was holding a handwritten letter in cursive (I assume it was points to make to me while giving me their speech). I said "are we moving? Did dad get a new job?" which were all normal assumptions coming from a 7 year old. My mom said they they both loved me and my sister very much but that my dad had been sleeping at my grandmoms and they were going to get a divorce, I cried.


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Story 2- The Queen of Christmas

The second stormy season of my life came at the age of 7. I don't recall this being as near death or dramatic as the first one but, my parents were divorcing. I remember the night they decided to tell me. They told me to come into their bedroom and my mom was holding a handwritten letter in cursive (I assume it was points to make to me while giving me their speech). I said "are we moving? Did dad get a new job?" which were all normal assumptions coming from a 7 year old. My mom said they they both loved me and my sister very much but that my dad had been sleeping at my grandmom's and they were going to get a divorce, I cried. But the only other thing I can vaguely recall from that night was my dad giving me a teddy bear and telling me if I ever felt sad and he couldn't be there to hold that bear tight and it would make me feel better. It was white with plaid feet and a plaid bow, a Christmas bear, because of course they told me right around Christmas time; which in turn made me hate Christmas as a child. I had that bear until I went to college. The repercussions of the divorce don't seem that bad now; there isn't anything too awful that I remember except hating Christmas because it was always an argument of who would get to keep us overnight on Christmas Eve. I would begin crying in the shower starting around Thanksgiving and for the next month knowingly the arguments would begin anyday. In retrospect at least they both loved us enough to both want to be with us!


My sister was really young so I didn't have a divorce buddy to trudge through the trenches with, so, I went it alone! And guess what, I eventually got through it. As expected, the divorce created a lot of friction in the family but it never tore us apart. I am still very close with both of my parents. My mom is happily remarried to my step-dad, Rob and they have been married for 25 years. They also gave me a brother, Robby. My dad dated a "person" (can you feel my enthusiasm?) for 14 years but he got a clue and they split up in 2006. Now he puts most of his focus on work and a new business venture as well as me and my sister. My dad is a smart man.


Once I was old enough to make my own decisions I started to grow a slow but massive crush on Christmas. I was then able to decide where I went and when I went there, and now fast forward to 2018 I stay in Florida for Christmas because this is my home now. Over the years Christmas has become a safe haven for me. It's like a warm, snuggly hug you don't want to let go of. I spend weekends watching Hallmark Christmas movies from Halloween until Christmas and Michael Buble holiday is rockin' my Alexa once fall hits. I now have a whole closet full of decorations about 5 large plastic bins, two trees and a bush. So as you can see I had zero control of this situation as well, only the way I responded to it. I stayed as calm as I could but looking back I was anxious as hell through it all. I had to trust God that He would yet again, help me through. I survived. And you will too. Whatever storm you are facing today remember you are a warrior and you can get through anything you face.

{Wake up, take a deep breath, and own each day!}

 

Proverbs 31:25 she is clothed in strength and dignity and laughs without fear of the future.

XO, Cheers!
Jenn

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