I got homesick on Christmas and wanted desperately more than anything else in the world, to be comfortable and home in my country with the ones I love most. But that wasn't so possible. They were painful moments, but sometimes growing and stretching is indeed a painful thing. As I sat alone in the parking lot at church on Christmas morning while my family attended sacrament meeting, I contemplated the barren winter trees all around me. So empty and lonely and yet so beautiful with the brilliant sun cutting through the bitter cold. I thought about the Savior and his birth and willed for the brilliancy of this good news to cut through my bitter loneliness. To no avail. It was too soon. I still had more learning and growing to do. A kind friend came to comfort me and gently reminded me that she had just traveled to the United States by herself to visit her country and extended family, and that the entire time she was homesick for her little family that she had left in France. That for her they are what count the most.
But I am richly blessed. My French family and my American family are both so wonderful that I am in often in awe at their goodness and love!
And them I am reminded of one Christmas when I received the gift I wanted most - a beautiful doll - and the feeling was simply magical. I cherished this doll perhaps because the feelings it awakened in me were the instincts of my divine nature: to be a mother. And this I yearned for all my girlhood days. This year, as I look into my children's eyes, that same magical feeling has been rekindled as I realize that the dreams I had as a little girl have been fulfilled! I am a mother. And that is so wonderful! What I desired most in my life is now mine! Those girlhood magical feelings have been transformed into joy! I am a mother of three beautiful children!
They say that home is where the heart is. Sometimes that means my heart is split in two. Ouch! That hurts. But I once read that we should not fear pain because it carves out more room in the heart. More room to be filled with love and joy and all of the good and wonderful things this life has to offer. I still don't know how to better handle my homesickness when it comes. Perhaps just wait until it passes. And to remember that every tearful separation will indeed bring a joyful reunion. And this because of the Savior's gift to us. And that is the greatest Christmas gift of all!
Also in this Christmas series:
- On setting priorities...
- Preparing Christmas {English/français}
- 12 days of Christmas: #1 (Wreaths)
- 12 days of Christmas: #2 (Gift wrappings)
- 12 days of Christmas: #3 (Nativity sets)
- 12 days of Christmas: #4 (Christmas trees)
- 12 days of Christmas: #5 (Boxes for Japan Christmas project)
- 12 days of Christmas: #6 (Advent calendars)
- 12 days of Christmas: #7 (Elf on the shelf)
- 12 days of Christmas: #8 (Slowing down to enjoy the glorious season)




It can be very hard, especially around the holidays or other important days and dates. We had a 'split' xmas here too.
ReplyDeleteJe comprend ces sentiments mais effectivement quelle bénédiction que d'avoir son propre foyer pour y ressentir l'amour.
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