This Christmas season, I've struggled a bit with getting into the spirit of things. The tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut has certainly been on my mind. In addition, this week, I attended the funeral of a young, expectant mother, who also left behind a child that was seriously injured in the same car accident. The same day I learned about the car accident, I read Janet Singer's heartbreaking post about the 19 year old who took his life because of severe OCD.
I was only a minor acquaintance of the young woman (in fact, I think I've only ever spoken to her once), and I never met any of those poor souls who lost their lives in Connecticut, or the young man who was so tormented by OCD. Yet, I've struggled with feeling guilty about trying to enjoy the holidays.
I had a discussion with my husband about this the other night. I told him that I was having a hard time moving forward and that I felt torn. If I move on with my life, I feel like I don't care about the suffering of others. However, if I spend too much time thinking about things that I absolutely can't change, then I end up getting sicker and my anxiety worsens while my depression deepens.
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My husband looked at me and said, "Monique, life is for the living." Those words really stuck with me. So that's what I'm going to really try to do this next week. I'm going to live. I'm going to be thankful to Jesus for coming into my life, and I'm going to enjoy time spent with my friends and family. I know that if I passed on, that is absolutely what I would want for my loved ones left behind. I think the best way we can honor those who go on is to remember them, and to comfort and serve those they left behind. But, we also need to live, because life is for the living.