On Facebook there is a nice feature called Memories. If you click on it, you are shown things your posted on this date over the years. My blogs are often linked so I can go back and see what I was talking about....and you know what each year around this time I am thinking about Christmas being a sad time. I have gone back and read the comments and am reminded about your stories and how this time of year brings back not only joyous memories but memories of loss too.
I wasn't feeling melancholy until I re-read those posts...
Not really....I'm not feeling that way today.
Perhaps the sunshine and mild temps have kept my spirits up.
But as I have said in the past.
Going thru my notes on my phone I found this....
"It was a Christmas as unique as any other. For every year the mystery unfolds itself anew. And late in life, I came to see that faith, like hope, is a rope and anchor in a shifting world. Faith cannot be questioned, only lived. And if I could not grasp it then, I felt its heartbeat, which was love." Do you remember? It's from Call the Midwife. I can hear Vanessa Redgrave's voice when I read it.
I also found this in my notes....
"I remember the times when my underwear stayed in place. That was long ago.
Looking back at your own life and remembering special, warm, happy times.
It's for remembering the story of Jesus' birth.
What that means to you and your faith.
The story of baby Jesus and Mary and Joseph is important to me
because it is where my faith begins. And when I get overwhelmed with this crazy world,
and theology and stuff I think about that that little baby in the manger and I think about Mary and the Angel and I ask myself,
is it true?
And my heart calms and I know all will be well.
Because in my heart I know it is true.
from The Best Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbara Robinson,
"But as far as I'm concerned, Mary is always going to look a lot like Imogene Herdman - sort of nervous and bewildered, but ready to clobber anyone who laid a hand on her baby. And the Wise Men are always going to be Leroy and his brothers, bearing ham. When we came out of the church that night it was cold and clear, with crunchy snow underfoot and bright, bright stars overhead. And I thought about the Angel of the Lord - Gladys, with her skinny legs and her dirty sneakers sticking out from under her robe, yelling at all of us everywhere:
“Are you willing to stoop down and consider the needs and desires of little children; to remember the weaknesses and loneliness of people who are growing old; to stop asking how much your friends love you, and to ask yourself if you love them enough; to bear in mind the things that other people have to bear on their hearts; to trim your lamp so that it will give more light and less smoke, and to carry it in front so that your shadow will fall behind you; to make a grave for your ugly thoughts and a garden for your kindly feelings, with the gate open? Are you willing to do these things for a day? Then you are ready to keep Christmas!” ~Henry van Dyke *****
“God is here. This truth should fill our lives, and every Christmas should be for us a new and special meeting with God, when we allow his light and grace to enter deep into our soul.” ~Josemaria Escriva Encourage one another, p.s. I took the photo in Paris at the Musee d'Orsay but I can't remember the artist.
There is a bit of a pretzel at stake so she is obeying and sitting very still.
I just want to tell her to lighten up...buttercup!
She would be a perfect Buttercup wouldn't she with her blonde hairs.
Katie and I decorated for Christmas last night. This is weeks early for me.
But my sister Cindy and her husband Pat are coming to town for a fun 5K tomorrow and we have decided to celebrate Christmas together. Stephanie and Wesley (Sue's son and daughter in law) are coming too!
Cindy was hoping for some holiday decorations....and she's got em!
We found this darling collar in with the Christmas decoration. Ginny may look serious but she sounds super cute dashing around the yard with her jingle bells on.
So today I am busy making lists and cleaning.
Here is what I plan on serving tomorrow night after the race.
Broccoli Cauliflower salad
Mandarin Orange salad
Cindy is bringing lots of favorite snacks.
We are doing a nice white elephant. I don't think any of us have the heart to give joke gifts.
I'm heading out for a little shopping in a minute.
Gosh. This is the last time we have all been together. 2012.
Sorry I have been gone so long! I drove to Chicago to pick up Patrick Jr. and Emma on Wednesday and since then it has been time for family and food, long talks and movies.
Here are a few pictures I took in Chicago...
It was warm for the Midwesterners and chilly for our California boy.
The new Maggie Daly park has a ice rink that is called the ribbon. It reminded me of Hans Brinker. Apparently I did not read that book to my children because they had no idea what I was talking about. Ice skating is free if you bring your own skates. But there can be a long line.
Everybody loves the bean. (Cloud Gate)
We stopped by the Christkindle Market.
Who doesn't want to be a princess?
“Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.” ~allie condie
Walk carefully, well loved one, walk mindfully, well loved one, walk fearlessly, well loved one. Return with us, return to us, be always coming home.