Holiday time can be complicated for many people. I think that I fall into that category. Not depressive or unhappy, just complicated and sometimes confusing. It seems like each year I see less and less about what Christmas really is about, and more and more about the material aspect of holidays.


I think that it’s time to re-think gift giving. I feel differently about this season of giving. Maybe it’s because the world has changed so much this year and so have I. I feel like the custom of gift giving has changed and that there appears to be a removal of the heart from it.


We work off lists that everyone compiles and then we have the option of picking out something that each person wants us to give them. What ever happened to the days when we shopped and picked out something that we wanted to give? I think that those days are gone forever.


My list really doesn’t exist. At least not a list of material items. We have so much. What I want can’t be purchased and wrapped and put under a tree.


What I have however, is an entirely different story.


Let me share that story.


I have many blessings in my life. My husband, my children, my grandchildren. They are all blessings to me.


I have the courage to speak out when no one else does. Reed says that will get me in trouble someday. I beg to disagree with him. It’s not my nature to not speak out for what I believe in and I am blessed to be able to do that.


I have the ability to be creative. Whether it be in my writing, or crafts or pulling together a meal for unexpected guests. Most of the time it works out.


I have the ability to change things for the better.


I have the ability to juggle many things at the same time. And I don’t mean tossing things in the air and catching them, although some days it does feel like that is what I am doing. My dad taught me how to organize and run my own race. Most days that is what I do; organize at the start line and end up at the finish.


I have the ability to touch people’s souls. Sometimes just a kind word or suggestion seems to make a difference in another person’s life. I need that in my life; it gives me purpose.


I have the blessing of angels. Yes, Charlie’s Angels. Those family members and friends and sometimes even perfect strangers who are working alongside of me to produce the most important gift in my life…


The Gift of Hope.


Charlie looked at me a week ago and asked me what a Cure meant. I explained to her that we work hard to fund the research for a cure for her cystic fibrosis and that we will continue until all this hard work has transformed into a cure for her. I saw Hope in her beautiful eyes. She hugged me and told me that she loved me.


So, topping off my Christmas Wish List is just that. All we need and all we want is a cure.


A little bit of reflection shows how truly blessed I am.


My Hope can be seen in Charlie’s eyes. She sees it and she is just one of the blessings in my life.


Lynn Marr-Moore is a contributing writer for the Tri-County Times.