
Merry Christmas, Y’all!
This is a day late. However, until New Year’s Eve, I consider it Christmas.
I received a lot of precious cards from several people. They do mean so much and I did not get cards out to many people. I feel bad because you know today, everything changes in a heartbeat. But I am grateful to be able to pray for people and situations.
I want to share some words from my Mama and her husband that mean so much to me because it describes us.
“To the son of my heart-and my friend and brother in Christ”
My background is I am adopted, which I believe I have shared before. At the tender age of twelve, my Mama and I had a connection and started as friends. There was a space in time between our meeting and meeting up again. Where she and my dad got me for many weekends and led us into a home study, for them to adopt me. I am skipping a lot to make this part a short story.
Our friendship deepened as I was maturing some days and not so much, other days. God just worked on all of us, and life gets messy in between. I needed a family and to belong in a family. Life got messy in my growing up even more, but love was still there. We had a bond even in the worst of the mess.
Even through my lies and addiction there was a friendship and many times it needed to be revived, but I was still her son. She was still my mama. She prayed for my safety and for me to get honest. It has been a journey. Christmas Eve, we shared a conversation that was pure and honest. The conversation cemented our friendship more so.
The ability to be openly honest with another person is a true gift. What tops that even more is the fact offense is not taken and there is no preface needed.
I am not having to hide my screw-ups today. I am responsible for myself. I will not hide, or pretend, nor will I be blocked in. I get to grow at my pace.
No, we never get out of this life without some regrets. However, I am doing my best to minimize regrets by becoming stronger; and that does not mean anyone will like me any differently. It does mean, change for the better is possible.
When I talk to God, I can be more honest and do better. I can rest better. I can lower my expectations of others and realize not everything, or anyone is perfect. and put more energy into every relationship just a bit better than the day before.
Some of the best gifts have no wrapping paper, curling ribbon, or neat little bows.
While I described this conversation with my mama, the best gift yet. I believe that not just for the family you are raised with, but for everyone in your tribe, this is possible. It does not always happen overnight.
One day though, it can happen.
Thanks for reading!
This has been another blog post entry by Boxcar Mike, over and out!
God Bless Y’all, Everybody!








