Friday Ramblings

I had some ideas for posts that I wanted to do this week.

Until our world was upended on Friday, December 14.

A post on Washi Tape just wasn't going to happen. I can hardly think of what to write a week later. It all seems so trivial compared to the heartbreak of the families in Newtown. 

I have read some beautiful posts that bring some clarity, a sense of understanding of what we are trying to grieve with and for those parents and family members.

 Kelle Hampton brought me back to what is important in this post last night. Diana Trout has a great idea for something to DO. Brene Brown has a fabulous post Here.

From Brene's post, I found this 26 Acts of Random Kindness, which brought tears to my eyes. All of these led to this Friday's Rambling.

I put Mary, Joseph and Baby Jesus under glass this year.

I'm not sure if my eldest was horrified or thought it was quite funny.

This set has been at my Mom's for as long as I can remember. 

I have been enamored with this particular Baby Jesus since I was very little. In my mind, this little figurine was pretty close to the real deal. He brought hope and promise. Maybe even the magic of Christmas.

The Baby Jesus figurine has somewhat lost it's allure for me as I have gotten older. Not that I'm not enamored with Baby Jesus. It's stupendous to me to think of God entering this world as a baby.

This year, it's Mary who has my attention.

She just looks so darned tired.

 I mean, really. Who wouldn't be? Riding a donkey right before you are about to give birth and then having to settle for a stable for a birthing room cannot be energetic in any form.

This particular Mary has that tired look on her face that says, "I am quite certain that if I don't close my eyes for just 5 minutes, my head is going to roll right off of my shoulders and land in the water trough."

But then she takes another look at her child, and you can see just a ghost of a smile.

That's what I'm going to do this Christmas.

Take another look at my children.

In so caring for mine, maybe it will honor those who have been lost to us.

We will eat our breakfast together, and say prayers.

We will bake together and I'll watch my children as they interact. I will memorize the shape of their hands as they work, and imprint the sound of their voices on my heart.

I will squeeze them just a little tighter, and linger a little longer with them.

And then I'll pray. I'll pray for those Mamma hearts that are in so much grief right now. And I'll pray for the Daddies that can't tuck in their children at night and for the brothers and sisters that don't understand.

 I'll cry when I need to, and not feel like I shouldn't. Maybe I'll even close my eyes for five minutes.

Blessings to you and yours this Christmas. May you find true joy with your family and friends and be able to take another look at what is meaningful to you.

Much love.

Friday Rambling

A short ramble this week, as my computer is on the fritz and I'm attempting to do this with an iPad. I don't like typing  a lot on the touch screen-it makes me nuts. I keep hitting the letter N instead of the space bar and to go back and correct is a nightmare. Plus, it automatically puts words in for me that I don't want. I'm sure there is a way around this, but I don't have the time or patience to figure it out.
Note to self:
Migraine type headache is not worth the effort it is taking to upload photos from the iPad. Hence the blog from the iPhone. as in, iGive...iWavethewhiteflag...iHavetofinishchristmas.
iHope you don't mind.

****ha. I figured it out. It only cost me $2.99 for an app, but I think I figured out the great "I".

Well, well, well. The Christmas season is truly upon us.

I woke up this morning realizing I remembered what it was I did not want to repeat this year. I did not want to have a billion things left to do when my eldest came home from college for break. I have four days left before she comes home.......

It could be doable, since I am doing Christmas "light" this year.

Speaking of light, check out our tree this year. I decided to only put up the small one in the family room this year. I bought it through our school to support a fundraiser. They delivered the tree to the school and all I had to do was pick it up. It came with a stand and everything. It was advertised as a 3-4 ft. Tree.

The catch? It's about eighteen inches tall.

I learned its better to give than to receive this year.

I have discovered some holiday magic. 

Hallmark Christmas movies, you know the cheesy 25 days of Christmas that the Lifetime channel runs? Well, Brenna and I are having a blast watching hem. We turn on the two strands of lights on our miniature tree, curl up with my now tranquilizer dog on the couch and color together while we watch happy endings for single women, widowed dads and Santa's son.

You should try it!

Seriously, I hope your days are full of hope and expectation for the coming good news of the birth of a baby who came to bring peace....not stress and bah humbug!

                                                   
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Friday Ramblings

This is Baby Step number 4 to bring Christmas to my house.

So far, it's the only decorating I've done and I kinda like it...just a little bit now and then.

My red cup summed up one of my days last week. Thank goodness I share these photos with my sweet friend, Amy. She seriously helps to keep me sane.

Why did I have a snowman-throwing-his-hands-up-in-surrender kind of a day, you ask?

Two Words.

Miss Party.

Oh, yeah. Miss Smarty Pants Me thought it would all be resolved with the full dose of prozac..

Too bad she went beserk when I went to the grocery store the other day and chewed on the door frame to the garage until she bled.

I thought I would be kind and gentle and leave the door open to the garage and just close the screen. You know..so she could see out.

I don't think she appreciated it, as she chewed through the screen and was in the garage to greet me when I pulled in after picking up B from school.

She's lucky she didn't get run over.

Now, when I leave, I make sure to put on her Thundershirt. Or, if I don't have to stop anywhere, I'll just give up and take her in the car for a ride.

I have called the vet and to my surprise, he has a dog that he sees in his clinic that is very similar to Miss Party and is on Prozac and ..... a very small dose of tranquilizers.

Yep. I'm in.

This way, if she chews on the door again, I'll take the dose of tranquilizers myself before I tell my husband.

Hey. Maybe I'll get myself a Thundershirt and I'll change the blog name to Greyskies and it will be all about neuroses.

Next subject, please.

I am keeping up with my card for the day, thanks to Deb.

I did have to do two today, but I'm all caught up.

This one is my favorite. I'm listening HARD. 

I'm listening for joy. For Grace. I can hear it a little bit when it's quiet. 

I got up to take a break and saw this sweet bird out my kitchen window.

How vibrant he is against the green. 

I bet he doesn't need a Thundershirt.

Probably doesn't even need Prozac.

Huh.

Maybe I should get a bird.

I took a journaling class with Pam Garrison a while back, and I thought I would share what I learned with Brenna's class.

We will be putting photos in our finished project.

The kids had so much fun.

We talked about patterns, covering the paper, practiced on the white board...

It was a surprise to them what we would be doing that afternoon. One student asked if we would be making candy and was a little disappointed when I said no.

I think they were o.k. with the end results..

I can't wait to see how beauty will come from these. Each one is so very unique.

We will work on them a little bit each week.

I wish you could have been there to hear the conversation around the table while we were working.

I can't wait until the color goes on!!

To all of you.

 May your days be full of grace and your hearts be listening to what is important...

A Christmas Word A Day.

Time for me to be intentional.

My idea is to write one card a day.

A different kind of Advent Calendar.

A word that comes to mind for the day, or one that I've taken from a devotion or one that makes me think of Christmas.

I've cut Christmas themed scrap book paper into 3x5 cards, written the word...

and doodled away.

It brings peace to my mind and quietness for half an hour or so.

Want to join me?

One card. One word. One day.