It’s embarrassing to see how many emails I keep. It’s like I have become an email hoarder. For some reason, cleaning out my digital files is never high on my priority list. I always respond to those that need an answer but tend to keep the old ones which leads to comments by others. One teacher always commented on it, causing me to shrug. I felt like saying, “Why do you care?” but that would be rather snarky. Today, I decided that I better get rid of them.
Imagine my delight when I opened an email, dated November 2018, from my mother. Here it is:
A little extra thought from Oma.
Because of Bethlehem, I have a Savior in heaven
Christmas begins what Easter celebrates.
The child in the cradle became the King on the cross.
Love Oma
It was a little Christmas present that I promptly forwarded to my brother who also viewed it as a gift. Merry Christmas, Mom.
A Journey Worth Remembering 
I enjoy reading your blogs, Michelle. I definitely relate to so many things you talk about. I have walked such a similar path a few years ago with my parents. Memories and feelings creep up at moments you don’t expect. Today I found myself thinking about my mom and broke down and wept because I miss her. I love that you pray over the families that send Christmas cards to you. That is a great tradition. I would like to start doing that too. We sure do miss you here in Lafayette. Have a blessed Christmas season.
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I somehow missed this comment, Staci! Thanks for writing. You are right when you say that memories creep in without you realizing. All of a sudden, the memory hits you. Thanks for posting!
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