It doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not, Christmas is here!! Steeped in various traditions, December 24th and 25th, families and friends the world over will gather to observe one of the most celebrated holidays of all time — Christmas.
My New Zealand pen pal of 60+ years will celebrate Christmas in the sun, maybe even on the beach! Jill writes: "Rodger and I have been working steadily through our lists of chores and have almost come to the end of them now, thank goodness. Well, maybe not come to the end exactly, more of a case of running out of time…I'm going to decorate the table in red and white and wanted some covers to go on the chair backs, so I bought some really cheap white pillow slips and I think they'll do the job for me, once I've tied them at the back with a silver bow. I still want to dip some raspberries in melted white chocolate, which look sensational in the recipe book. I've made some green and white coconut ice (mmm, delicious), and have chocolates and other treats here just in case we run out of food on Christmas Day - as if!!!"
For my high school friend now living ‘down under’ Christmas starts with gifts under the tree, to be opened Christmas morning. Then it’s onto a Christmas lunch either at home or at her in-laws place. Turkey or chicken with all the trimmings is eaten, then comes tea time, a Bar-B-Q for friends and family to get together.
Finnish people believe that Father Christmas (Santa Claus) lives in the north part of Finland called Korvatunturi, north of the Arctic Circle. People from all over the world send letters to Santa Claus in Finland. (It is only fair to say that the people of Greenland say that really, Father Christmas lives in Greenland!) There is even a big tourist theme park called 'Christmas Land' in the north of Finland, near to where they say that Father Christmas lives. Children receive their presents on Christmas Eve, usually with a family member dressing as Father Christmas.
Germans love to decorate their houses at Christmas. (This is where the idea of a Christmas tree came from.) Many houses will have little wooden frames holding electric candles in their windows, and colored pictures of paper or plastic which look beautiful from the outside at night. Often too, they will have an 'Adventskranz' - a wreath of leaves with four candles. (Advent - meaning 'coming' - is the 4 week period before Christmas). On each Sunday of Advent, another candle is lit. Most homes will also have little wooden 'cribs' - a small model of the stable where Jesus was born, with Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus, and animals. (Our nativity scenes).
Father Christmas - 'Der Weihnachtsmann' - brings presents in the late afternoon of Christmas Eve (December 24th), after people have been to a church meeting. The presents are then found under the Christmas tree. One person in the family will ring a bell and call everyone to come to the room. On Christmas Day, fish (carp) or goose will be cooked.
The USA is so multi-cultural that you will find many different ways of celebrating Christmas. A friend writes about Christmas meals, "Our family (Eastern European origin) favors turkey with trimmings”.
My polish friend’s prefer kielbasa cabbage dishes, and soups and wonderful desserts that include lots of polish delicacies. One year my husband's side of the family, just for the fun of it, decided to have an Italian Christmas – we feasted on lasagna!
It doesn’t matter which country your tradition is steeped in; all year long children are told to behave, or they will get coal in their stocking. On Christmas Eve, they hang highly stylized stockings on the mantle of the fireplace, (or in our case hung over the chair backs) then go to bed early so that they will find presents in the morning. For centuries children have believed that at midnight Santa will come, bringing a huge bag of toys. He will come down through the chimney, leave candy in the stockings and presents under the Christmas tree, then plug one nostril and shoot up through the chimney. Cookies are traditionally left for Santa and a carrot for Rudolph. I knew long before my mother told me, that my father ate those cookies!
Tradition for our family starts with church on Christmas Eve – that’s a must – no exceptions. Our kids come home for Christmas; Heidi & Dave, Matt, Amanda and Little J (and two dogs) spend the night on Christmas Eve. J is still too small to bound down the hall yelling, “It’s Christmas. It’s Christmas!” – that’s his father’s job! On Christmas morning, the boys cook a big breakfast; eggs, bacon, hash browns, home made bread. Amanda always makes French toast casserole—hum-m, good. The smells of cinnamon rolls or coffee cake baking also permeate the house. Then it’s time for PRESENTS – lots and lots of presents as Heidi and Dave, Matt and Amanda are the most excellent of Santa helpers. By 2:00 we’re ready to receive guests, friends and family who might drop by to enjoy a buffet of munchies – anything from meatballs to cheese balls! And one of Heidi's famous baked-from-scratch cakes! It’s a celebration for sure! And the day after Christmas always includes shopping for ‘after’ sales! A head start for next year.
Advent is celebrated in almost all Roman Catholic and mainline Protestant churches; some also celebrate epiphany and for many Boxing Day is a holiday tradition. I was raised Presbyterian so the traditions of Advent were part of Christmas. We always followed the four weeks of preparation before Christmas in our church services. I found the same to be true in my cousin’s Lutheran Church, and in my friend's United Methodist Church. We also recognize Epiphany in mainline Protestant churches. On the first Sunday following January 6, our service tells again the story of the Magi who came to Jesus presenting their gifts following his birth.
Whatever your traditions, however your family chooses to celebrate Christmas, remember the reason for the season – Jesus. He came to save a dying world. He came as light unto the world. He was born a Savior, died for our sins and rose again and He did this for all of us that we might be with Him through eternity -- What a gift!
Have a Merry Christmas and a 'blessed' New Year. See you next year!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Christmas Tree O Christmas Tree...
“Why does Grandma have a tree in her house?" I can’t help but wonder what my little grandson must be thinking as he stands there in awe staring at the Christmas tree. I have to admit, as I struggled putting on the lights and searching for just the right ornaments I found myself mumbling, “Whose idea was this anyway?” Who came up with the idea that we should have a tree in our house? I decided to do a little research. God bless the Internet.
The Christmas tree originated in Germany. Martin Luther is credited with being inspired by the starry heavens one night, and in expressing his feelings to his family brought a fir tree into his home; the family attached lighted candles to its branches. Fir meant fire, and fire is an ancient symbol for spirit. The tree also pointed toward the heavens.
Evergreens were thought to represent the ever-burning fire of life. The color green signified the life force through the year. Eventually decorative balls represented the planets, while the star that radiates from the top reminds us of Bethlehem. The entire tree and decorations teach us that the universe is witness to the Incarnation.
In fact, the Christmas tree symbolizes to us a further appreciation of Jesus' birth. It is a means of retelling a miracle in a colorful and beautiful way so that we can further understand and appreciate Jesus' entering our world.
Actually, the tree is a reinterpretation of pagan rites, along with the use of other greens and decorations to commemorate in ancient times a celebration of the feast of Saturnalia - the birth of the Sun in the sky at the Winter Solstice. Along with the giving of gifts, the feast was later Christianized with the selection of December 25th to announce the birth of the Son of God to the world. The heavens and earth rejoice in the coming of the Lord of Life.
Our decision must be either for our Christmas tree to represent the celebration of the birth of Christ, or simply an acknowledgment of the pagan festival of the Winter Solstice. I prefer to celebrate the birth of Christ and go with the Christian symbols of the evergreen tree, branches outstretched – like Christ, receiving us in love. The lights symbolizing that He is the light of the world – the reason for the season.
What does the beauty of the Christmas tree say to you?
The Christmas tree originated in Germany. Martin Luther is credited with being inspired by the starry heavens one night, and in expressing his feelings to his family brought a fir tree into his home; the family attached lighted candles to its branches. Fir meant fire, and fire is an ancient symbol for spirit. The tree also pointed toward the heavens.
Evergreens were thought to represent the ever-burning fire of life. The color green signified the life force through the year. Eventually decorative balls represented the planets, while the star that radiates from the top reminds us of Bethlehem. The entire tree and decorations teach us that the universe is witness to the Incarnation.
In fact, the Christmas tree symbolizes to us a further appreciation of Jesus' birth. It is a means of retelling a miracle in a colorful and beautiful way so that we can further understand and appreciate Jesus' entering our world.
Actually, the tree is a reinterpretation of pagan rites, along with the use of other greens and decorations to commemorate in ancient times a celebration of the feast of Saturnalia - the birth of the Sun in the sky at the Winter Solstice. Along with the giving of gifts, the feast was later Christianized with the selection of December 25th to announce the birth of the Son of God to the world. The heavens and earth rejoice in the coming of the Lord of Life.
Our decision must be either for our Christmas tree to represent the celebration of the birth of Christ, or simply an acknowledgment of the pagan festival of the Winter Solstice. I prefer to celebrate the birth of Christ and go with the Christian symbols of the evergreen tree, branches outstretched – like Christ, receiving us in love. The lights symbolizing that He is the light of the world – the reason for the season.
What does the beauty of the Christmas tree say to you?
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Happy December
It’s December already. I can’t believe how fast time flies. (It flies even faster as we get older.) In all the hustle and bustle of the holiday, try to remember a happy December when we looked at Christmas through the eyes of a child. Memories and traditions are a big part of our holiday celebrations, starting with putting up a tree.
I remember as a kid going tree shopping. It seemed like Dad always picked the snowiest, coldest day to make the rounds to all the tree lots. We always ended up buying our tree from the lot on the corner of Trumbull and Center in Bay City. It never failed that Mom would pick the ugliest tree. We were definitely the house with the Charlie Brown Christmas tree! One year, the trunk was so crooked that my father had to wire it to the wall – that was interesting. But we kids didn’t care – we couldn’t wait to get it up. Remember helping your parent decorate the tree? I say parent because that was mother’s job; Dad’s job was to sit and watch and to let us know when we missed a spot. An ornament here and there, a sprig of tinsel…we fast grew tired of that project. When it was all said and done, all the ornaments were at the bottom and the tinsel ended up in bunches. Isn’t it amazing that you awoke on Christmas morning to the most beautiful tree!
My husband grumbles and complains every year when it comes time to putting up the tree but I remember my mother’s words, “No complaints, a tree is part of the season. Think of it as Jesus, standing tall and firmly planted, branches spread out to receive us in love. The color green signifies the life force through the year and Jesus is our life source. The lights symbolize that He is the light of the world. The star and/or angel top serves to remind us of his birth and why he came into the world.” I’m sure there’s more to this story that I’ve long forgotten, but I do know one thing, Christmas was never more lovely then when you were a child; we could use a little bit of Christmas all year long…so try to remember a happy December as you deck the halls with boughs of holly! (We’ll talk about holly, later.)
(Tell your friends and neighbors about my blog. Watch for fascinating Christmas trivia right here in this blog. Next writing, I’ll share the meaning of the Christmas tree, how it came to be and how it ended up in our living rooms!)
I remember as a kid going tree shopping. It seemed like Dad always picked the snowiest, coldest day to make the rounds to all the tree lots. We always ended up buying our tree from the lot on the corner of Trumbull and Center in Bay City. It never failed that Mom would pick the ugliest tree. We were definitely the house with the Charlie Brown Christmas tree! One year, the trunk was so crooked that my father had to wire it to the wall – that was interesting. But we kids didn’t care – we couldn’t wait to get it up. Remember helping your parent decorate the tree? I say parent because that was mother’s job; Dad’s job was to sit and watch and to let us know when we missed a spot. An ornament here and there, a sprig of tinsel…we fast grew tired of that project. When it was all said and done, all the ornaments were at the bottom and the tinsel ended up in bunches. Isn’t it amazing that you awoke on Christmas morning to the most beautiful tree!
My husband grumbles and complains every year when it comes time to putting up the tree but I remember my mother’s words, “No complaints, a tree is part of the season. Think of it as Jesus, standing tall and firmly planted, branches spread out to receive us in love. The color green signifies the life force through the year and Jesus is our life source. The lights symbolize that He is the light of the world. The star and/or angel top serves to remind us of his birth and why he came into the world.” I’m sure there’s more to this story that I’ve long forgotten, but I do know one thing, Christmas was never more lovely then when you were a child; we could use a little bit of Christmas all year long…so try to remember a happy December as you deck the halls with boughs of holly! (We’ll talk about holly, later.)
(Tell your friends and neighbors about my blog. Watch for fascinating Christmas trivia right here in this blog. Next writing, I’ll share the meaning of the Christmas tree, how it came to be and how it ended up in our living rooms!)
Monday, November 22, 2010
A Time to Give Thanks
Thanksgiving, buried between the over celebrated Halloween and the pre-Christmas holiday seems to get lost. The father of our country deemed Thanksgiving important enough to declare it a national holiday and yet, we seem to pass over it with little fan fare. But to me Thanksgiving is an important time of the year – not because it ushers in the busiest shopping day of the season, but because it’s a time to not only remember the blessings our creator has given us, but to celebrate them.
As Christians it’s easy for us to ask ask ask. And although it’s true we can ask God for anything, it doesn’t necessary mean that He’ll give us everything. (He provides us with the important things) I think prayer is important, but I also think equally important are praise and thanksgiving. God is there for us in the bad times but He likes to hear from us in the good times, too. We need to love him as freely as He loves us, to learn to listen to His still small voice and most importantly, say “thank you” once in awhile for the blessings he has given us. Why not make this Thanksgiving a day of counting our blessings and then remembering to say, “thank you, Lord!”
In case you need a little help: Thank you for family and friends, for health, for the beauty of a sunset and for its glorious rising. Thank you for freedom, for friendship, for liberty – thank you for loving me enough to die on a cross…make your own list and share it around the Thanksgiving table. Happy Thanksgiving!
As Christians it’s easy for us to ask ask ask. And although it’s true we can ask God for anything, it doesn’t necessary mean that He’ll give us everything. (He provides us with the important things) I think prayer is important, but I also think equally important are praise and thanksgiving. God is there for us in the bad times but He likes to hear from us in the good times, too. We need to love him as freely as He loves us, to learn to listen to His still small voice and most importantly, say “thank you” once in awhile for the blessings he has given us. Why not make this Thanksgiving a day of counting our blessings and then remembering to say, “thank you, Lord!”
In case you need a little help: Thank you for family and friends, for health, for the beauty of a sunset and for its glorious rising. Thank you for freedom, for friendship, for liberty – thank you for loving me enough to die on a cross…make your own list and share it around the Thanksgiving table. Happy Thanksgiving!
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Resist Chocolate - Read the Word
I didn’t participate in Halloween this year. This means that I didn’t dress for the occasion or pass out candy. This does not mean, however, that I didn’t buy candy. I mean, who wouldn’t buy candy, especially chocolate?
When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile. The big question here is why would anyone want to resist chocolate? It’s good for stress. It’s good for the heart – it’s just plain good! I must confess I ate a whole bag of Mounds bars. OK, I also ate a bag of Snickers. I couldn’t help it – it was the new almond flavor.
As a Christian, I have to remind myself that man does not live by bread alone or chocolate, but by the Word of God. And the Word clearly says we should not over indulge. I think I need to go back and reread that scripture again; I’m pretty sure it doesn’t say anything about chocolate. Guess it doesn’t really matter. The important thing is, I need to be deeper into the Word and less into the candy bag.
Ah, and now, Thanksgiving. I won’t think about turkey and dressing and mashed potatoes but I will reflect on things I am thankful for. Top of the list, my children and my grandson! His blessings are many. Perhaps, we should start counting…and name those blessings one by one. I’m sure it will surprise us what the Lord has done!
When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile. The big question here is why would anyone want to resist chocolate? It’s good for stress. It’s good for the heart – it’s just plain good! I must confess I ate a whole bag of Mounds bars. OK, I also ate a bag of Snickers. I couldn’t help it – it was the new almond flavor.
As a Christian, I have to remind myself that man does not live by bread alone or chocolate, but by the Word of God. And the Word clearly says we should not over indulge. I think I need to go back and reread that scripture again; I’m pretty sure it doesn’t say anything about chocolate. Guess it doesn’t really matter. The important thing is, I need to be deeper into the Word and less into the candy bag.
Ah, and now, Thanksgiving. I won’t think about turkey and dressing and mashed potatoes but I will reflect on things I am thankful for. Top of the list, my children and my grandson! His blessings are many. Perhaps, we should start counting…and name those blessings one by one. I’m sure it will surprise us what the Lord has done!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Life's Truths
1.Do not walk behind me. Do not walk ahead of me. Do not walk beside me. Just leave me alone, especially on days when I’m crabby. (And we all have those days)
2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire.
3. Its always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it. (Or, you could buy your own newspaper!)
4. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.
5. Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else.
6. Never test the depth of the water with both feet. Keep one foot on solid ground.
7. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.
8. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
9. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
10. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day. (Come on guys you know you do)
11. If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably (definitely!) worth it.
12. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.
13. Some days you're the bug; some days you're the windshield. That’s life!
14. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.
15. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket.
16. A closed mouth gathers no foot.
17. Duct tape is like 'The Force,' It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.
18. There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.
19. Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your lips are moving.
20. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
21. Never miss a good chance to shut up.
And MY personal favorite:
22. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
Hope you had a good laugh reading ‘life’s truths’ I did!
2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire.
3. Its always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it. (Or, you could buy your own newspaper!)
4. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.
5. Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else.
6. Never test the depth of the water with both feet. Keep one foot on solid ground.
7. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.
8. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
9. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
10. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day. (Come on guys you know you do)
11. If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably (definitely!) worth it.
12. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.
13. Some days you're the bug; some days you're the windshield. That’s life!
14. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.
15. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket.
16. A closed mouth gathers no foot.
17. Duct tape is like 'The Force,' It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.
18. There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.
19. Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your lips are moving.
20. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
21. Never miss a good chance to shut up.
And MY personal favorite:
22. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
Hope you had a good laugh reading ‘life’s truths’ I did!
Friday, August 13, 2010
Mire and Muck
I’ve had a cough now for 6 weeks. Nights without sleep catch up with you and make you cranky. We put my 94-year old father in an AFC home this past week – not an easy decision to make, especially when all the family is not on board with that choice – lack of unity brings lots of stress.
I woke up this morning thinking about my friend, Don, how even in the mist of a storm he smiled. He loved life and no matter what he was going through he always had an encouraging word and an upbeat attitude, truly believing that no matter what was going on around him, God was in control. “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for Thou art with me; thy rod and staff comfort me.” He knew without doubt that he would dwell in the house of the Lord forever. That’s how he lived his life. What a great testimony.
When you walk through the mire and the muck of life – look up. You’ll be surprised at what you see. God can lead you to quiet waters and restore your soul; He can guide you to a better place free of mire and muck!
I woke up this morning thinking about my friend, Don, how even in the mist of a storm he smiled. He loved life and no matter what he was going through he always had an encouraging word and an upbeat attitude, truly believing that no matter what was going on around him, God was in control. “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for Thou art with me; thy rod and staff comfort me.” He knew without doubt that he would dwell in the house of the Lord forever. That’s how he lived his life. What a great testimony.
When you walk through the mire and the muck of life – look up. You’ll be surprised at what you see. God can lead you to quiet waters and restore your soul; He can guide you to a better place free of mire and muck!
Friday, August 6, 2010
A Mouse and a Mouse Trap
A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. "What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the barn yard, he proclaimed this warning "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."
The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The pig sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers."
The mouse turned to the cow and said, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose."
So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap—alone! That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did no see it; it was a venomous snake whose tail was caught in the trap. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital. When she returned home she still had a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup. So the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient – the chicken!
But his wife's sickness continued. Friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. But, alas, the farmer's wife did not get well... She died.
So many people came for her funeral that the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them for the funeral luncheon. And the mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.
So, the next time you hear that someone is facing a problem and you think it doesn't concern you, remember ---
When one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.
You may want to send a note to everyone who has ever helped you out… Let them know how much they mean to you. Better yet, send them this article! Remember, each of us is a vital thread in another person’s tapestry. Our lives are woven together for a reason. One of the best things to hold onto in this world is a FRIEND! (Thanks to my Internet friends for sharing this story with me)
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."
The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The pig sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers."
The mouse turned to the cow and said, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose."
So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap—alone! That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did no see it; it was a venomous snake whose tail was caught in the trap. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital. When she returned home she still had a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup. So the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient – the chicken!
But his wife's sickness continued. Friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. But, alas, the farmer's wife did not get well... She died.
So many people came for her funeral that the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them for the funeral luncheon. And the mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.
So, the next time you hear that someone is facing a problem and you think it doesn't concern you, remember ---
When one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.
You may want to send a note to everyone who has ever helped you out… Let them know how much they mean to you. Better yet, send them this article! Remember, each of us is a vital thread in another person’s tapestry. Our lives are woven together for a reason. One of the best things to hold onto in this world is a FRIEND! (Thanks to my Internet friends for sharing this story with me)
Sunday, July 18, 2010
The Power of One
Edward Everett Hale said, "I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. And because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something I can do."
One song can spark a moment;
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea;
One word can frame the goal.
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room.
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey;
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits;
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom;
One heart can know what's true.
One life can make the difference;
You see it's up to YOU! (Poet unknown)
I thank God that He uses individuals like you and me to do His work on earth. Maybe we’ll be the ‘one’ person to make a difference in someone’s life.
Thanks to my Internet friends for these words of wisdom.
One song can spark a moment;
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea;
One word can frame the goal.
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room.
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey;
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits;
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom;
One heart can know what's true.
One life can make the difference;
You see it's up to YOU! (Poet unknown)
I thank God that He uses individuals like you and me to do His work on earth. Maybe we’ll be the ‘one’ person to make a difference in someone’s life.
Thanks to my Internet friends for these words of wisdom.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
All the time in the world to think
I can’t believe my baby is turning 32 on July 3rd and has a baby of his own. Where does the time go? It seems the older you get the faster time flies or maybe it’s just that we fly slower as time ages us. One nice thing about growing older, we have more time to relax and enjoy our memories. We have more time to think about life.
One day my children were small building castles in their sand box, swinging on swings screaming ‘faster, daddy, faster’, wishing on stars and dreaming silly dreams. O, to be a child again when there was no difference between time and any of the three dimensions of space, when you could trust that in time all your problems would work themselves out, when nothing really belonged to us but time – as a child you had all the time in the world and time to enjoy all of the world.
If by chance my son is reading this, I shall leave him with Thomas A Kempis’ rules for living life to think about -- when he has time.
“My son resolve to do the will of others rather than your own.
Always choose to posses less rather than more.
Always take the lowest place, and regard yourself as less than others.
Desire and pray always that God’s will may be perfectly fulfilled in you.
A man who observes these rules shall come to enjoy peace and tranquility of soul.”
One day my children were small building castles in their sand box, swinging on swings screaming ‘faster, daddy, faster’, wishing on stars and dreaming silly dreams. O, to be a child again when there was no difference between time and any of the three dimensions of space, when you could trust that in time all your problems would work themselves out, when nothing really belonged to us but time – as a child you had all the time in the world and time to enjoy all of the world.
If by chance my son is reading this, I shall leave him with Thomas A Kempis’ rules for living life to think about -- when he has time.
“My son resolve to do the will of others rather than your own.
Always choose to posses less rather than more.
Always take the lowest place, and regard yourself as less than others.
Desire and pray always that God’s will may be perfectly fulfilled in you.
A man who observes these rules shall come to enjoy peace and tranquility of soul.”
Sunday, June 20, 2010
You're never to old to learn
My husband and I were blessed to have brunch with our son and his family this Father’s Day. Of course, Little J stole the show. Little J’s parents are going to have so much fun watching their son grow and learn. I still have fond memories of some of the great truths my children have learned over the years, truths like:
1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.
2) When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They (parents) always catch the second person.
4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10)The best place to be when you're sad is Grandpa's lap.
And what I have learned? I've learned that:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt. (Much)
3) Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.
Tomorrow, I hope to visit my father; he’s 95 and still has a thing
or two to teach me. I already know what he’d tell me, go for the gusto, forget the nuts and enjoy the fudge. Don’t worry about the wrinkles – they are merely badges of honor – wear them proudly.
1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.
2) When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They (parents) always catch the second person.
4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10)The best place to be when you're sad is Grandpa's lap.
And what I have learned? I've learned that:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt. (Much)
3) Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.
Tomorrow, I hope to visit my father; he’s 95 and still has a thing
or two to teach me. I already know what he’d tell me, go for the gusto, forget the nuts and enjoy the fudge. Don’t worry about the wrinkles – they are merely badges of honor – wear them proudly.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
No worries
A week ago today we were celebrating our daughter’s marriage. A lot of work goes into planning a wedding; it seems kind of strange not to still be in that planning stage. The event itself comes and goes; it’s almost a whirlwind of memories in my mind. All the things my daughter and I were anxious over never came to pass. Our worries were in vain. God had everything under control – all in His hands. It was a beautiful wedding and a beautiful day for a wedding. God provided everything we needed and more.
I don’t know why I was so anxious over the wedding, I guess I forgot that scripture where Jesus says “Be anxious over nothing.” He provides all we have need of it.
When I think about times spent with Heidi, the best memories that come to mind are those when we did nothing special. We simply talked, walked, laughed, cried and lived life. And now she gets to enjoy these moments with her new husband of doing nothing special – just enjoying one another.
Life is precious folks, its God gift to us – what we do with that life is our gift to God. Make every day count, be anxious about nothing. Let go and let God have his way in your life.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Here Comes the Bride
“Little girls are really kind of nice
Especially when they put their
Arms around your neck
And hug you tight.
And sometimes only daddies
Can tuck them in at night
Fix their dolls and broken toys
And help them ride a bike.”
(From the book “Bits and Pieces From my Mind”
By Connie L Hawkins written for daughter, Heidi)
Our little girl is grown and in fact getting married this month.
Planning a wedding reminds me what an
important job parenting is. It’s not an easy job.
Training them up in the way they should go
means using tough love and making sure the
word ‘no’ is never misunderstood. Sometimes it
means traveling down their path to see where they are
coming from or where they are going.
I remember in the heat of an argument my daughter telling me,
“Why can’t you just treat me like a friend?” To which I responded, “You
Have plenty of friends; but only one mother.” And nothing has changed.
So many parents try to be a friend to their kids when what they need
most are a mom and a dad – parents presenting a united front.
I hate that phrase, “I’m just a homemaker” -- it is THEE most important
job you’ll ever do, pleasing in God’s eyes! I wish for my daughter a
happy life. I know she’ll be a terrific wife and a great mother. After
all she had a good role model and I had a great teacher--my mom!
(This article is also scheduled to appear in the June issue of His Banner Newspaper)
Especially when they put their
Arms around your neck
And hug you tight.
And sometimes only daddies
Can tuck them in at night
Fix their dolls and broken toys
And help them ride a bike.”
(From the book “Bits and Pieces From my Mind”
By Connie L Hawkins written for daughter, Heidi)
Our little girl is grown and in fact getting married this month.
Planning a wedding reminds me what an
important job parenting is. It’s not an easy job.
Training them up in the way they should go
means using tough love and making sure the
word ‘no’ is never misunderstood. Sometimes it
means traveling down their path to see where they are
coming from or where they are going.
I remember in the heat of an argument my daughter telling me,
“Why can’t you just treat me like a friend?” To which I responded, “You
Have plenty of friends; but only one mother.” And nothing has changed.
So many parents try to be a friend to their kids when what they need
most are a mom and a dad – parents presenting a united front.
I hate that phrase, “I’m just a homemaker” -- it is THEE most important
job you’ll ever do, pleasing in God’s eyes! I wish for my daughter a
happy life. I know she’ll be a terrific wife and a great mother. After
all she had a good role model and I had a great teacher--my mom!
(This article is also scheduled to appear in the June issue of His Banner Newspaper)
Saturday, May 15, 2010
A Faithful Friend
I can’t believe we’ve been in this house ten years. I remember the move like it was yesterday. We lived in the Linwood house 27 years; it was a bit overwhelming to pack up and move. I stood in my kitchen surrounded by piles of boxes praying, Lord, I can’t do this by myself. I need a helping hand. That’s when the phone rang. It was my friend, Betty, asking me if I needed help packing. Did I ever! Betty is a whiz at organizing things. She had the packing detail whipped into shape in no time – even Bill’s corner of the basement! By the time the movers arrived everything was packed and labeled.
I remember telling Betty, that it would be nice if God came down from the heavens to lift a hand and she said, “Here I am. If you need help, all you have to do is ask.” Someone has said that God has no hands but ours…no feet but ours. Sometimes we are God’s hands and feet as Betty was in my life the day that I needed help. A friend is only a phone call away.
“A faithful friend is an image of God” French Proverb.
I remember telling Betty, that it would be nice if God came down from the heavens to lift a hand and she said, “Here I am. If you need help, all you have to do is ask.” Someone has said that God has no hands but ours…no feet but ours. Sometimes we are God’s hands and feet as Betty was in my life the day that I needed help. A friend is only a phone call away.
“A faithful friend is an image of God” French Proverb.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Happy Mother's Day
My mother taught me everything I know and a few things I probably didn’t need to know! She’s been gone awhile now but in my thoughts and in my heart she is still very much alive. If she were today I would say: Thank you, Mom, for stretching me. For helping me to see new ways of relating, new causes to consider, and new interests to explore.
Thank you Mom for all the time you spent pondering my concerns, pacing the floor waiting for the phone to ring because I said I would call and didn’t.
Thank you Mom for respecting my opinions and for supporting my decisions and my projects; for the down-to-earth practical help you’ve given me both as a parent and a friend.
But most important, thank you Mom, for instilling in me Christian values and for reminding me that when facing life’s challenges to never forget that with Christ as the centered of my life nothing is impossible.
Thank you Mom for all the time you spent pondering my concerns, pacing the floor waiting for the phone to ring because I said I would call and didn’t.
Thank you Mom for respecting my opinions and for supporting my decisions and my projects; for the down-to-earth practical help you’ve given me both as a parent and a friend.
But most important, thank you Mom, for instilling in me Christian values and for reminding me that when facing life’s challenges to never forget that with Christ as the centered of my life nothing is impossible.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
This is a day to rejoice in
I love watching my grandson play. He goes through the toy box with eager anticipation; he can’t wait to see what he’ll find. He loves everything inside that box…a new book to read, a stuffed bear to hug whatever the treasure he trusts you that it’ll be good for him. Oh, the wonder of being a child, when everything is new and fresh – and every day exciting. That’s kind of what it’s like when we first come to Christ. Everything is new and exciting. It’s an excitement that we should never let fade away. We should never take one single day for granted but bask in the glory of being alive pausing to remind ourselves ‘this is the day that the Lord has made, we should rejoice and be glad in it.’.
Little J fights taking his naps because there is so much to see and do and he doesn’t want to miss a single minute of his day. We should fight the sin in our life in much the say way ‘resist the devil and he will flee’ only then can we really enjoy every single minute of the day that the Lord has made for us. Nothing is worth more than today. “When one has much to put into them, a day has a hundred pockets.” Friedrich Nietzsche
Little J fights taking his naps because there is so much to see and do and he doesn’t want to miss a single minute of his day. We should fight the sin in our life in much the say way ‘resist the devil and he will flee’ only then can we really enjoy every single minute of the day that the Lord has made for us. Nothing is worth more than today. “When one has much to put into them, a day has a hundred pockets.” Friedrich Nietzsche
Friday, April 16, 2010
A day with Little J
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Looking forward to a day with my grandson even though Grandma isn't quite with it today! When I arrived at J's house, he was just waking up from his morning nap. He was all smiles as he showed me his new giant Elmo purchased at the mom-to-mom sale! He drags it around with him from room to room; it's bigger than he is -- so cute. Mom wanted to bake so my job was to keep the little man occupied and out of the kitchen, but first things first -- lunch. After a delicious but messy lunch tray of Mac & Cheese and peas (Yuk) we are off to the living room to stake out the toy box but J was more interested in what was going on in the kitchen. What's to go into the oven? Hum-m I wonder what he's thinking? Oh, to get his little hands into the mixing bowl!
In the mean time in spite of the fact that the little man has attached himself to Mom's leg, Mom is trying to mix up a batch of muffins, but interruptions abound.
"I think I smell something," I say, "A poppy diaper, perhaps?" With rolled eyes, Mom, hoping Grandma would do diaper duty, stops what she's doing to change the little man. Back to the toys we go, but little man wants to know what's happening in the kitchen so off he trots to help Mom load the dishwasher...well, she's loading, he's unloading! Grandma is falling behind in her job to occupy J.
"Hey," I say, "We should go outside. I can take J for a stroller ride." Mom stops what's she's doing (again), hauls the stroller out of the garage, buckles the little man into the seat--that takes a little doing; Grandma would have never figured that one out. Whoops need some sun screen and a sun hat. Mom dashes into the house for the necessary items but not a toy in sight for the little man to keep him busy as we merrily roll down the side walk. It's almost 2pm. Sun is hot -- it's 80 degrees out! But there's a breeze which is nice. Up and down the sidewalk we go. I doubt we even traveled a block, but up and down we went -- three times. Little J is having fun taking his hat off his head and throwing it on the ground. Grandma soon tires of this game.
"Knock knock--we're back!" Mom throws open the kitchen door, and looks at her watch. We've been gone all of 20 minutes -- maybe. "Hey, we're thirsty!" I say. "And it's hot out. Can we come in?"
Well of course, Mom smiles. At least the muffins got into the oven this time! Back inside we attack the toy box again and Elmo. Toys all over the floor and books scattered everywhere, I'm thinking Grandma needs a nap. But the little man wants Grandma to read the bubble book. I thought we hid that book! OK then...'bubbles bubbles everywhere...' 3:00, time for a juice break and a diaper change. Isn't it napping time? Yes, it is. J goes happily down for a nap with Elmo in tow. Grandma can't believe it but she's thankful. "Good nap little man." I blow him a kiss. Ah, there's Grandpa; he's come to retrieve Grandma who needs a nap of her own!
Looking forward to a day with my grandson even though Grandma isn't quite with it today! When I arrived at J's house, he was just waking up from his morning nap. He was all smiles as he showed me his new giant Elmo purchased at the mom-to-mom sale! He drags it around with him from room to room; it's bigger than he is -- so cute. Mom wanted to bake so my job was to keep the little man occupied and out of the kitchen, but first things first -- lunch. After a delicious but messy lunch tray of Mac & Cheese and peas (Yuk) we are off to the living room to stake out the toy box but J was more interested in what was going on in the kitchen. What's to go into the oven? Hum-m I wonder what he's thinking? Oh, to get his little hands into the mixing bowl!
In the mean time in spite of the fact that the little man has attached himself to Mom's leg, Mom is trying to mix up a batch of muffins, but interruptions abound.
"I think I smell something," I say, "A poppy diaper, perhaps?" With rolled eyes, Mom, hoping Grandma would do diaper duty, stops what she's doing to change the little man. Back to the toys we go, but little man wants to know what's happening in the kitchen so off he trots to help Mom load the dishwasher...well, she's loading, he's unloading! Grandma is falling behind in her job to occupy J.
"Hey," I say, "We should go outside. I can take J for a stroller ride." Mom stops what's she's doing (again), hauls the stroller out of the garage, buckles the little man into the seat--that takes a little doing; Grandma would have never figured that one out. Whoops need some sun screen and a sun hat. Mom dashes into the house for the necessary items but not a toy in sight for the little man to keep him busy as we merrily roll down the side walk. It's almost 2pm. Sun is hot -- it's 80 degrees out! But there's a breeze which is nice. Up and down the sidewalk we go. I doubt we even traveled a block, but up and down we went -- three times. Little J is having fun taking his hat off his head and throwing it on the ground. Grandma soon tires of this game.
"Knock knock--we're back!" Mom throws open the kitchen door, and looks at her watch. We've been gone all of 20 minutes -- maybe. "Hey, we're thirsty!" I say. "And it's hot out. Can we come in?"
Well of course, Mom smiles. At least the muffins got into the oven this time! Back inside we attack the toy box again and Elmo. Toys all over the floor and books scattered everywhere, I'm thinking Grandma needs a nap. But the little man wants Grandma to read the bubble book. I thought we hid that book! OK then...'bubbles bubbles everywhere...' 3:00, time for a juice break and a diaper change. Isn't it napping time? Yes, it is. J goes happily down for a nap with Elmo in tow. Grandma can't believe it but she's thankful. "Good nap little man." I blow him a kiss. Ah, there's Grandpa; he's come to retrieve Grandma who needs a nap of her own!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Remembering Donald
February 21, 2010
Faintly from out of nowhere
Came the old familiar remnants
Of a song we had once shared
And with its ending—just as painless
You were gone.
Death came and took you away from me.
Missing You
I miss you driving up for peanut butter on toast.
(I miss coffee at Timmy’s the most…)
I miss you being silly and teasing me
I miss working together and singing silly songs
I miss your humor, the merriment in your eyes
I just miss you, Donald.
It’s always hard to say goodbye
To a way of life you’ve grown
Accustomed to—and harder still
To say goodbye
To friends as dear as you!
Faintly from out of nowhere
Came the old familiar remnants
Of a song we had once shared
And with its ending—just as painless
You were gone.
Death came and took you away from me.
Missing You
I miss you driving up for peanut butter on toast.
(I miss coffee at Timmy’s the most…)
I miss you being silly and teasing me
I miss working together and singing silly songs
I miss your humor, the merriment in your eyes
I just miss you, Donald.
It’s always hard to say goodbye
To a way of life you’ve grown
Accustomed to—and harder still
To say goodbye
To friends as dear as you!
Friday, February 12, 2010
February 12, 2010
As a writer I’ve been asked over the years to write Valentine ‘isms’ for friends, and lovers and soul mates. It hasn’t always been an easy job. But it has given me time and occasions to think about ‘love’ and what it really means. Not all that fluff that comes with Valentine’s Day although I’m the first to admit that I love all that stuff – cards, flowers, chocolates – it’s nice to be remembered.
But to me, love is the passionate and abiding desire on the part of two or more people (as in family) to produce together conditions under which each can happily exist, and spontaneously express one’s real self. Love is to produce together an intellectual soil and an emotional climate in which each can flourish, far more superior to what either could achieve alone.
Love is recognizing and accepting faults but loving in spite of them. It’s sharing dreams and working together to turn those dreams into realities. Love is quick to forgive; it’s being there for one another. It’s watching a movie you really hate because you love someone more. It is in loving, not in being loved, that the heart is truly blessed.
Bless someone this Valentine’s weekend – let them know they are loved!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Snow
I woke up to a blanket of snow this morning. Everywhere you look is white. The snow must go. I do not like the snow, Sam I am, not even the making of a snowball. I do not like the snow at all!
What should I do with myself on this cold and snowy day? I could write a poem, sing a song, clean a closet or I could do nothing at all! My mother used to tell me that idleness is foolishness. I suppose there is nothing worse than an idle hour, with no occupation offering. I'll ponder this as my day goes on.
Besides the noble art of getting things done there is the noble art of leaving things undone. The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of nonessentials.
I leave you with this word of advice: Be careful out there and remember it's better to slip with the foot than the tongue!
What should I do with myself on this cold and snowy day? I could write a poem, sing a song, clean a closet or I could do nothing at all! My mother used to tell me that idleness is foolishness. I suppose there is nothing worse than an idle hour, with no occupation offering. I'll ponder this as my day goes on.
Besides the noble art of getting things done there is the noble art of leaving things undone. The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of nonessentials.
I leave you with this word of advice: Be careful out there and remember it's better to slip with the foot than the tongue!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Time
January 26, 2010
I can’t believe that January is almost over. Time sure seems to fly by when you’re having fun and I sure am having fun being Grandma to my ten month old grandson. I don’t mind a bit sharing my time with him. In fact, I have all the time in the world to share.
The great thing about children is that is that they don’t think about time. They don’t think about the past, they don’t worry about the future, they simply enjoy the present time, which few of us seem to do. Adults are always thinking about what we have to do tomorrow, or about the things we didn’t get done today. There never seems to be enough time in a day to get things done – none of that matter’s to children; time seems to stand still for them it has no bearing on their day. When they are hungry they eat. When they are tired they sleep. When they are happy they smile and giggle. They have all the time they need to play and who better to play with them then Grandma and Grandpa, and all we have the same concept of time as our grandchildren!
The older we get I think the more we realize that time is a great innovator and there is nothing if left to time that cannot be worked out; there are no optical illusions in time or in its space; you can see more clearly over the space of time and believe it or not – you do have all the time in the world so use it wisely.
I can’t believe that January is almost over. Time sure seems to fly by when you’re having fun and I sure am having fun being Grandma to my ten month old grandson. I don’t mind a bit sharing my time with him. In fact, I have all the time in the world to share.
The great thing about children is that is that they don’t think about time. They don’t think about the past, they don’t worry about the future, they simply enjoy the present time, which few of us seem to do. Adults are always thinking about what we have to do tomorrow, or about the things we didn’t get done today. There never seems to be enough time in a day to get things done – none of that matter’s to children; time seems to stand still for them it has no bearing on their day. When they are hungry they eat. When they are tired they sleep. When they are happy they smile and giggle. They have all the time they need to play and who better to play with them then Grandma and Grandpa, and all we have the same concept of time as our grandchildren!
The older we get I think the more we realize that time is a great innovator and there is nothing if left to time that cannot be worked out; there are no optical illusions in time or in its space; you can see more clearly over the space of time and believe it or not – you do have all the time in the world so use it wisely.
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