We had nearly a week of spring in December and wore sandals and shorts on Christmas day, with a flurry of wrapping paper and squeals from all the grandchildren. I feel overwhelmed with the bountiful overflow of blessings we are experiencing with them. The unspoken goody between a grandparent and grandchild is unconditional love. When I look in their eyes, I try to not just tell them what I think of them, but for them to know in their hearts how much I love them. I remember my own grandmother, with her green cat eyes, looking deep into my soul, almost making me uncomfortable at times because I indeed felt she was probing the inner sanctum of my heart. Grandmas know things that other people don't know, and that is good. God-sent and unique.
How I have enjoyed these last few days of Christmas-ing. Ken has had almost three weeks off and my real estate business is dormant with all the other festivities going on. I'm floating around, sleeping long and luxuriantly every night and taking a nap every afternoon, taking drives with Ken over the countryside and ingesting healthy meals, taking time to actually enjoy them. I wrestle with feeling sorry for myself when I am on the straight-and-narrow with my eating. I need to feel sorry for everyone else, because they're not going to be as healthy as me, haha!
My darling retro-red refrigerator in the laundry room died, a sad, sad occurrence. I bought that thing a few years ago, marked down, for $75.00 at Home Depot. When I looked it up yesterday, thinking to replace my old one, the current price was $600.00. Rather than go that route, we bought one somewhere in the middle, this one a minty vintage green. Rare it is that I do the same thing twice anyway. We could have got one on sale at Lowe's, saving us about a hundred dollars more than we spent...but alas, it was far too modern looking for our 123-year-old house. Besides, I'm repainting the laundry room and kitchen soon and it will help me to make a decision about the new color. Yes, it's true, this will be the sixth time I've painted my kitchen in 13 years. I love to paint and I love change. What can I say?
Looking back on the last few weeks and the things we got to do, see and hear, my favorite part was our annual Christmas lessons and carols night at church. There were readings from the scriptures concerning the birth of Christ, and then hymns and carols coinciding with each. There is nothing as beautiful as the clear voices of children raised in song, then a gifted adult choir twining together like the holly and ivy. There was a stillness to the night, a pausing to remember the significance of the Lamb who came to redeem His people from their sins and to give life, lived joyfully. Singers, instruments, children, the festive colors, the hearts bowed in prayer... I hear the still, small voice that beckons me to remember, to be, and to look forward. Soli deo Gloria.
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