JANUARY JOYS!

OH JOY!

Winterberry bushes, mature and brilliantly RED!  Love 'em.

IT'S JANUARY!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
HAPPY NEW RESOLUTIONS!

LET'S START OVER . . .
FRESH . . .
NEW . . .

We have had such a balmy winter we forget what might be ahead of us.

Yet, I'd rather simply think of today.
Bright red winterberries hold strong on bushes.
Days are warm enough to sit in our old rocking chairs on the porch.

I linger a little longer inside than I should.  A nice, brisk walk around our community is the perfect medicine for a lingering cold.

TODAY IS A NEW BEGINNING, A NEW YEAR, ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO CELEBRATE LIFE AND MAKE THE BEST OF ALL THE BLESSINGS GIVEN TO US.

Pretty shelves, cleared of clutter and CLEAN!

1.01::  Happy New Year!  I'm trying on my new age.  I received it yesterday.
 It's not too uncomfortable this year but next year is another matter.
 I move into the next decade.
Well, here goes.
 I dive into this year with as much enthusiasm as I can muster . . .  slow and easy.
The next few months are filled with heavy-duty work and then . . .  watch out . . . I'll be flying into new opportunities that fill my soul with God's goodness.

1.02:: Just like most new beginnings I seem to entering this new year with a deep desire to get organized.  When I was growing up, my parents would announce to us young children that, "We are having a whirl-away."
 A whirl-away was much like it says.
We all worked together as fast as we could to clean up messes, change sheets and make the house look spic and span before we went out to play on a Saturday morning.
I never liked these short stints of work when I was young but they sure are

I organize jars and clean counters and make the kitchen pretty.

energizing when hubby and I work together to clean up jumbled areas of the house.
What a wonderful feeling we had after organizing a cupboard of old videos and getting rid of most.
 A little dusting and cleaning and we felt like the house was spic and span.  Ahhhhh, NICE!
A good beginning for the new year.

1.03:: Epiphany!
 It's a little used word these days.  Now we say, 'aha' or WOW!  When we think of the story of the wise men on their journey to discover the messiah, the king of kings and the lord of lords we may see many epiphanies.
 After all, these Persians who lived in the area of Babylon knew the story of the 'coming messiah' for generations after the exiled Hebrews lived in Babylon.
Many believed in the God of the Hebrew people.
 Years of reading the stars, in order to navigate travel, enabled all people in those days to know if the sky was 'reading' differently from once season to the another.  What an 'epiphany' to see the star and

planet alignment presented as a bright, moving star.  What an 'epiphany' to know deep down in their souls that it was time to follow that star.
 What an epiphany to meet Herod and later, in a dream, know that male children in the area of Bethlehem would be killed because of Herod's fear of a 'usurping' king, the messiah.
And then, after a long journey, the wise men could say 'WOW' when they met the holy family.
WOW when they felt and knew in their souls that the 'Presence of God', the Divine, the Messiah, was truly in their midst.
And what a WOW when the wise men returned home via back routes and told the story of their discovery of the King of kings, the Lord of lords, the Messiah!  WOW! Epiphany!

1.04:: Up early to take hubby to eye surgery.
The double vision he has suffered with for years will all be fixed?  Hope so.  He sure slept a long time after the surgery.
 Perhaps the general anesthesia gave the body the signal to relax and not worry.
"Don't worry, be happy" was the saying I heard years ago when I traveled to the south pacific.
 Hubby was in that mode . . .  all day.
Sleep and rest is the perfect medicine for healing.
 He thinks tomorrow will be 'back to normal.'  We'll see.
 I enjoy a relaxing afternoon as I care for my treasure.  Nice!

Paper whites: A treasure for the senses

1.05:: Hubby still horizontal most of the day.
 I play 'nurse' as best I can as we put drops in the eyes and as I fix foods for a turbulent tummy.
 Nausea is common after such a procedure.
Who knew!
 In the mean time I get a call that a grandson died suddenly and the family is gathering at church.
 Of course I will be there to orchestrate a quiet farewell to give closure to the family.
" Too young", my souls says.
His life was far too short.  Grief rips the soul when one dies far before he should.       Sigh.

1.06:: This is the real day to celebrate Epiphany.
Long after others have packed away their ornaments and fake wreaths, lights and Nativity scenes, ours still linger on.
It makes a statement.
People wonder if we left town.
Alas, I explain our wonderful tradition of extending this celebration of Christ's birth for as long as possible.
 The tough part is going out into the chill air [finally we have winter at 19 degrees].  Dismantling

This primitive print is one of my favorites.
The 'night' scene reminds me of the long, dark nights
that continue into long gray days . . .  but no snow!

our outdoor nativity scene.
Hmmm, perhaps we'll keep it up until neighbors notch up their polite wonder?
 We'll see.
 Hubby is still recovering from eye surgery so guess who is going to pack up our displays for another year!
 I'm glad we celebrate little EPIPHANIES every day of the year as we count our many daily blessings.
EPIPHANY!  WOW!
 God is good, life is good, we are good.

1.07:: A great day to stay home, stay in my PJs and linger over annual reports and data that needs addressing.
Gray, damp, chilly, a perfect day to sip tea and sit by the fire.  Yet, alas, I must attend a meeting, dress the part and breathe deep to find energy I don't have today.  Yet, I am so grateful that I

Blue on blue . . . treasures collected around the world
decades ago.

have all my faculties, reasonably good health, all my limbs, a great hubby and a GREAT LIFE!
 It's amazing who 'gray' can turn into hot pink as we linger together and share and learn from each other.
Thank you, Lord, for the stimulus I encountered when I left my comfortable little cave.

1.08:: Hubby is looking good AND feeling good.  The doctor affirms that his eye is healing well and that, in 4-6 weeks, all will be back to normal.  Hubby already sees so much better even though he invites me to continue to be his chauffeur.  Fine by me.  I am more than glad to drive until he feels he can drive safely.  It was nice to get out during the day even though I felt like I lived in the middle of Alaska with these dark days . . .  minus the freezing temps.  We are so blessed that we don't have to shovel snow and don't fear sliding on black ice.

Ahhhh, winter goodies.  YUM!

1.09:: Unexpected death hits the soul hard.  The young man died far too early and left extended family reeling.  His grandmother is part of our church and most of the family grew up in this church before they moved away.  They all returned today, to mourn and find closure as best they can.  A lovely family time as they lingered long after the memorial service.  We were given a chance to chat with those who came from far away to say good-bye.  The minute we return home we prepare for the next day.  I feel like a revolving door but I also feel honored to give Matthew a send-off into Christ's arms.

1.10:: Remember moments that become turning points in our lives.  We looked at Luke's version of

A favorite from Ann Voskamp.  A reminder for me
to take a 'time-out' from work throughout the day.

the baptism of Jesus and the introduction of Jesus' ministry by the Father, "This is my beloved son..."
and the Holy Spirit descending 'like a dove' onto Jesus.  All present saw and heard and were in awe.  This moment was profound.  Word spread.  The messiah is real and is present.  The Holy Spirit is available to any and all who, by faith, accept Jesus as messiah, as savior, as the One God sent to redeem us in our sin.  Amen!

1.11:: Tummy tumbles lay me low.
Don't know why . . . right in the middle of my daily, simple exercise regimen.
I drink cranberry tea, a bottle of water to flood my system.
 Nadda, nothing.
 Best medicine that works all the time - lie horizontal, for hours.  Might as well sleep.  Worked like a charm but got nothing done at all.
Hmmmm, sometimes my body gives out for good reason.
 I've been pushing myself really hard to finish up year-end reports, take care of hubby and . . . I forgot about ME!
 I give in, loll around all day, go to bed early.
 Best medicine ever.
Thank you, Lord, for reminding me that I am a mere mortal who must slow down and B R E A T H E!

Love this.  Some clever person from Minnesota
prepared this old man for a perfect shot.
Need I say more?

1.12:: I feel GREAT!
 Ready to hit the computer full speed ahead.
 I make great headway.
A bright day with very low temps turns into a huge wind storm later with OUR FIRST SNOW!
 It's more like white ice chunks but at least it covers the grass.
Nice to look at but I'm perfectly comfortable remaining inside.
Hubby gets the morning newspaper, the mail and runs endless errands.
I stay cozy-warm and delight in my sense of productivity.

1.13:: DONE!
Another report finished, a directory update complete, research almost done.
 It's a beautiful, sunny, COLD and WINDY day.

Are we in Florida yet?

 I'm BRAVE!
 I join hubby for grocery shopping.
We laugh and enjoy some silly time.
You'd think we were young-in-love  but we're old-in-love . . . Nice.

1.14:: Another sunny day!  Out we go to visit elderly couple who are brave enough to know they need to move into assisted living.
Good for them!
Too often we wait until health issues bog us down and keep us from the the required, "walk in by yourself," required by most facilities.
There are others we visit who waited too long. They found a good solution: in-home care for eight hours a day.
 Both solutions are do-able.
We are blessed to live in an era where we have many options for care as we become unable to attend

That will be us some day.

to simple household chores or care for ourselves.
Hubby and I feel we are still too young but we know we must at least talk about options in case of a health crises.
That's a good thing.
The more we talk about our life situations, the easier it is to make necessary changes.
The best part is, when we belong to a caring community, such as a church, we know there is support and encouragement if we let others know our challenges.
 God: Father, Son, Holy Spirit, is community.
 It's within the community of God that we learn to become open and share our life with others.
 God is good, Life is good, We are good.

1.15:: I looked forward to spending a couple hours outside cleaning up more of the garden on this balmy day but an emergency call needed response.  Off to the hospital we went to minister to a lovely couple.
It's like a revolving door for them.
One is in the hospital monthly with one thing or another and the other, the caregiver, is hampered by his own health issues.
Hubby and I take note and praise God, as we do daily, for our good health.
We are reminded to continue our exercise, keep eating healthful foods and enjoy each

Time ticks too fast some days.
I love this hebrew clock
that tells time backwards!

moment with the good energy we have at the moment.

Aging is so hard but it's even harder if we have not learned to love our bodies and care for ourselves.
 I'm the first one to push too hard, work on one too many tasks before taking a time-out, or not make a date to have FUN.
We decided to enjoy a meal at our favorite cafe.  FUN!

1.16:: S L O W start.  My year-end report was overlooked in a published booklet.
 It took me by surprise that this was not noticed.
I communicated the error and then stepped back.
I needed time to reflect on what is a 'big' thing and what is not
at all important.  My health is a BIG thing.
Missed reports can be salvaged.
Hubby and I share a wonderful brunch together that is SO HEALTHY . . .  all home made.
 I rest in the Lord and pause to reflect on powerful words on paper for tomorrow.
May the Lord place these words in my heart so that my renewed joy is like the new wine that Jesus changed from water at the wedding in Cana.

Our church is small so every space is used many ways.
Downstairs is offices, parish hall and kitchen.
Extra meetings happen in this beautiful space.

1.17:: Whirl, swirl, praise, joy, worship, meet, eat, meet again.
That's how Sundays always go but this Sunday was filled to the brim with one event after another.
The 8am service begins slow, quiet, no music, old Rite I liturgy which is beautiful.
 Bible study with focus on the Gospel of Luke begins almost before the first service ends.
 I join the eager studiers for part of the time, take care of some administrative tasks and then run upstairs for our festive Rite II liturgy which is well attended.
Today we have our annual meeting right after the service so I slide some words about the progress of the church into the words I share at each service.
That way the meeting after worship, before our brunch, is shorter.
A couple speeches, some information, recognition of incredible work by volunteers and we are done.  Fabulous, healthy food greets us downstairs.
Another meeting  - almost everyone but me goes upstairs to decide the next steps in hiring the rector who will replace me.
 I am thrilled at the progress, the enthusiasm, the JOY and laughter, as a large group shares in the process.
I scoot out the door after some chat with one who lingers but before the 'upstairs' meeting is over.
 A good feeling shimmers in my heart.

1.18:: I wish I could hide under my covers.

Just one day of snow so far.  All is melted now.
The wind screams through leafless trees.

  I am amazed that it is about 15 degrees with wind chill.
 There is always wind!
An appointment for early!
 In winter!
 How crazy could I be!
Home by noon, I decide this is a REAL day off.
I'll just look at emails, hundreds that I need to review again.
Four hours later, I have enjoyed some fun blogs sent to me.
It's like I took a day off, sort of.
I exercised, breathed deeply, enjoyed the fire and ate healthy food!
A wonderful day off in a cozy house with hubby close by, spilling information into my ears as he explores new vistas on his computer.
A wonderful day was had by all.

My study nook in the kitchen.
So convenient when cooking.
Lap top goes with me all over the house.

1.19:: Blistering wind, chilly day, stay inside . . . all day.
GOOD FOR ME!
Winter is not my strong suit.
Dive into my list of tasks, getting shorter by the week.
I see light at the end of the tunnel regarding administrative work that plods along nicely.
I can't wait until an administrator is hired and then becomes adept at some of these chores.
All are easy, take just a few minutes, but add to the work day.
God is so good.
Winter is the PERFECT time to complete these tasks that will make the future easier.
COZY, comfy, calm, collected . . . words of the day.

1.20:: I remember Walter Cronkite saying at the beginning of his show about characters in history, "It was a day, like all days, filled with the events that have illuminated our time."  I often repeat that comment when hubby asks how my day was.  Reams of paperwork lies on the floor, more data needs to be retrieved from nowhere, simple tasks seem to take more time than anticipated.  It seems I have done absolutely nothing.  Yet, it is a normal day that begins with prayer and exercise and a good breakfast and sometimes even a blog note, when I remember.  Not too bad if I do say so.  If all days are like this, I can't complain.  No emergencies, no traumas, no catastrophes.  NICE!

1.21:: I went out into the cold last night.  Real cold.  It's really January.  We were all in a trap-la-la

Nothing like a fire to warm cold bones.

fog thinking the fall weather would last through January?  Go figure.  We've been hit between the eyes with COLD!  I'm already counting the days until I can be warm but it is way too far away.  At least last night's gathering with my PEO sisters was a delight as we initiated another dear soul.  We laugh, chat endlessly, indulge in a treat or two and then we share ways we're making money to send to special funds set up to send women back to school or back to school for Doctorates.  NEAT-O

1.22:: Early up to give more blood.  Does it ever end?
 I think I've handed over a gallon this year.
But it's all good.
 The MDs are investigating my entire body to make sure all is returning to a better balance.
 Medicine is so amazing.
 I can live much longer simply by editing my diet a bit.  Watch my protein, eat small meals several times a day, stay off carbonated anything etc. etc.  It all sounds good for staying healthy no

Mary Englebrite is my hero.  She reminds me
every morning that I am Queen of everything
and dear hubby is Prince of Quite a lot!

matter what the shape of my body.
Now to get rid of the stress of deadlines and connecting the dots and finishing business that others have not taken care of over the years.  It's all good.
 We ate breakfast at Panera Bread for the first time and realized that I do a pretty good job for W A Y    L E S S  money.  I love our home-made breakfasts.

1.22:: Speaking of home made breakfast, we have the same thing every day.
 I get up much earlier than hubby and begin my day with prayer and exercise.
Then I enjoy a beautiful meal on a tray in my favorite spot (varies with season) while I read the Wall Street Journal.  We FINALLY subscribed to this paper after dad encouraged us for about 25 years!
Interesting articles in every category imaginable floods my mind as I enjoy my small dish of yogurt, my 14 almonds and a pot of delicious red raspberry tea.
I make fabulous oatmeal later in the morning for the two of us.  Blueberries are in the bottom of the bowl when I add the steamed oats.
A little cinnamon on top and a splash of milk and, voila, a breakfast fit for a queen and my handsome prince.
1.23:: Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

From our front window, a drift too high.

The blizzard of 2016 is in full blast.
Hubby digs through waist-high drifts to clear a vent pipe that is clogged with snow.
An amazingly BRIGHT day with wind gusts too high for me to venture out.
 I enjoy taking pictures from inside, thank you.
More on this tomorrow, after the slow-moving front ebbs away from our little abode.

1.24:: Sun shines bright as it reflects off of six foot snow drifts.
Plowed street makes a mountain of snow across driveways.
Only those cleared by a huge plow are open.
Sidewalks, filled to the brim with wet snow, will have to wait for the sun to work down to concrete.  The five foot drift in front of the front door will remain.
Hubby worked a couple hours to  dig out a four foot path from the garage door to the driveway.
I slogged through waist-high snow to clear vent pipes for the fourth time.

That's our basement window - blanketed with snow!
The two little plaid puffs you see are tips of a hand-made
ladder we use to hang wet clothes in the summer.
We used it daily in Florida and all summer up here.

It will be interesting to see if any of us can get to work tomorrow, Monday.
A great adventure!

1.25:: Up early, drive slow, looking over mountains of snow on the side of the road as we drive on salted streets.
 More blood, X-rays, questions with no answers.
The body limps along in hopes they find an answer.
God is good, Life is good, WE are good.  Sun shines, clear skies, fresh air.  Love it!
Second worst snow in this area EVER!
30 inches! I think we'll see white for weeks until it melts.

1.26:: Quiet, cozy as I listen to the drip drip of rain early in the morning.  It's up to 43 now.  Nice for melting the snow but a challenge as run-off turns to ice tonight.  It's still a challenge to get about but I'm glad I have no meetings tonight.

1.27:: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER!
 We've gotten to the age that a simple email will do

My heart is sad as I watch limbs pinned to the ground.
This Leland Cypress LOVES its home and has
become HUGE.  So glad we planted it in a happy place.

just fine.
We had a very long conversation the other day.  Our long chats are the greatest gift we give to each other.
Our conversations wrap around so many topics that we could go on forever.
He is so wise and chooses to find solutions to big challenges . . . ie. the U.S. Tax Code!
 If only our elected officials could ask the PUBLIC . .. the regular people out in plain old anyplace.
 I bet we'd find thousands of viable options that are plausible.  Joe Public has some smarts out there.
In the mean time, we are enjoying a bit of a melt.  The five foot peaks are slowly sinking into the ground as the sun presses in on snow.  NICE!

1.28:: Our fireplace got cleaned today!  Every seven years we see the need for a check-up.  It's gas.

My little bench, now chilly stone, is my favorite place
to sit on hot summer days.

The electric switch was rusting.
 Yellow flames now rise high as sweet heat fills a chilly space.
 I am not fond of cold so the fire place is a soothing balm to these old bones.
 I refuse to turn the heat up too high so would rather wear several layers, thank you.
 Sun skips across white and frees tree pine limbs glued down by ice.
Our neighbor farmer is able to get to the wood pile, a long ride from his house.
 His tractor shovel scoops up the cut pieces and slowly winds through a snowy road back to the house. Love it!

1.29:: I dig deep into my soul to place words on paper regarding 1 Corinthians 13.  Love is patient and kind . . .  Love is.  Love is an action.  Actions speak louder than words.  The act of love is selfless, giving, generous when the action defies feelings.  How does one get beyond feelings and act generously toward one who cannot say "thank you" for the kind action?  Digging deep in acts of love is like shoveling snow.  It's hard, heavy, work that takes endurance and patience.  I just keep

shoveling.

1.30:: Bright skies, hope for melting snow.  Happy faces walk about the narrowly plowed street.  Poor snow removal has many heads turning.  Praise God the melting snow enables us to at least see another walking in the street as we drive by.  Sidewalks are finally being shoveled, one stroke at a time.  Snow shoveling is truly an act of kindness.  I wonder as I write about Jesus in Nazareth.  If it snowed there, would he be the first to dig someone out from under the drifts?  He and his disciples would make light work of a heavy task.  Jesus did, however, shovel words into the hearts of hungry souls.

1.31:: Early up, easy drive to church.  Words said brought smiles and grins.  The early-birds linger and chat before going out into the now-warming morning.  Another group digs through scripture

downstairs as others rehearse music for the next service.  A new group, like a totally different church, arrives, listens and lingers over loads of food.  Meetings, reflection, words of encouragement.  It seems like 'another day at the office.'  Yet, the Lord, Jesus Christ is in our midst.  Makes a difference.
An end to an amazing month.
May the days continue to bring more light.
May the skies remain cloudless.
May the temperatures rise slowly until Spring.
May the Lord direct our paths into another month

DECEMBER DELIGHTS

DECEMBER: A new month.

It's several days after my 'upload' challenge.  For some reason the
silly upload now works.  I made this ginger house a few years
ago - when I had oodles of time.  This year I simply remember
those quiet days when I was not working.

A new year to follow the life of Christ as we anticipate his birth.

You know how I love to add my photos.
Won't work today.
No way, no how.

I must laugh.
 I tried to upload a picture of my favorite scripture.
Perhaps God is telling me something.
It says . . . BE  
 S T I L L    and
  K N O W     that I AM . . . GOD.

SO, I still my soul, write a note to Google and wait.

I love this pottery crèche that my sister gave me
years ago, before I lived where they make the figures.
It's simple, elegant, and tells the TRUE message
of Christ-mass.   The Christ Celebration!

After All, that is what ADVENT is all about.                                                  
ADVENT is greek for COMING.
We wait for the coming of the Lord.

I wait for new inventions to work as I wait.

Always something new.

I still my soul.

I write another note.

I wait.

It's that 'pregnant pause' that is so difficult.

I often think of Mother Mary, filled to fullness in her ninth month of pregnancy.
Filled with the Son of God.
Filled with joy as she carries this weight that will grow heavier over the years.

Perhaps I can carry the weight of impatience.
B R E A T H E . . . I say to myself.
New is good.
Just like new birth is good.
The birth of Jesus changed the world.
Perhaps the insights in this blog may change a heart.

12.02:: A maze of appointments, meetings, obligations, spinning, whirling, pressing on and I am ready to BE STILL.  Oh JOY.  Sitting still so late at night, when all is silent . . .  sleep, sweet sleep overtakes me.

Tea time is so daily.
It's a time to give rest to the soul
and give thanks for special gifts - like this tea cup.

12.03::  Type, file, scroll, study, mark, take notes, observe, contemplate, create.  Pieces of paper roll out of my printer as I study dozens of e-files.
 The amazing work of these computers overwhelms my soul.  I take a moment to re-read one of many blogs sent to me to embrace the presence of the Lord.
 I love other's insights into scripture after I spend my own time meditating on God's Word.

12.4::  Home all day!  Sifting through files of affirming words to remind the women joining our Women of Worth gathering on Sunday that they are truly AMAZING!
 It's a time to slow down, notice the gifts God has given each of us, drink in love and sweet affirmations from each other as the Lord guides us.
 Treats for the tummy, treats for the soul and the rare treat of time together.
 I can't wait!
 We are 'Queen for the day!" and so deserving of the title.  My favorite cup reminds me of this.

12.5::  "Come Thou Long Expected Jesus" rings through me head as I read prophecy from Malachi 3 and the song of Zechariah in the Gospel of Luke.  The expectation is heightened when John, the baptizer comes on the scene.  DRAMA, explosive words, excitement in the tight environs of the

I love my wreath, always ready to hang for winter.

hebrew people.  Anticipation . . .   I get excited every year as the story unfolds.  I never tire of that 'expectant' feeling that a mother has just before giving birth.  The celebration of the birth of the King of Kings is getting closer and I'm EXCITED!

12.6::  2nd Sunday of Advent.
We seem to balance our lives so tightly it's like dancing on the head of a pin.
 If one more item is added to our agenda, something will fall off that tiny place of balance . . . perhaps it's me who will fall off.

Zechariah, father of John the baptizer, raised his son to make a 'space' in his life to invite the 'ONE who is to come' into his life.  John grows up and God calls him into a mighty task . . .  make a  pathway so that the "'One' who was and is and is to come" can make his way into our hearts.  John yells to the endless crowds coming to see him, "Make way for the Lord!  Repent! Turn around!
 Find a special pathway to invite God's Presence back into your heart!"

A great idea if no candles are allowed.  Birch twigs in greens.
To make an Advent wreath, place 4 on greens and pin
a red 'winterberry' on each advent candle as the
season of Advent unfolds.

Let's light another candle that will pierce the darkness and remind us of the light of Christ who seeps into our souls when we invite Him to do so.

12.7::  Crisp, sunny with frosty ground . . . a perfect backdrop for winterberry bushes blooming with bright red fruit.
 I snuggle into my favorite chair and wonder at all the activity I see around me.  Decorations still going up and friends walking by in warm coats, hats and scarves.
 I wonder as I read from Isaiah and Amos . . .  Prophecy, foretelling of what is to come, words of encouragement or exhortation, all good, all meant for my soul.
 Where am I in my walk?
Do I simply move forward with the natural momentum of the week or do I step out, charge myself up a bit and give beyond my norm?
 Give of myself?  Give of my abundance?
Give of my knowledge (what little I have)?  YES!

A carved 'Charlie Brown' tree sits in front
of closed curtains.  The angel my sister
made decades ago is lovely in the sunlight.

It's the season of giving of self,  heart and soul.
Think big - do good- BE in Christ.

12.8:: Up early to open the house to fix-it guys.  One leaves and another enters.  We're ready for winter.
 Words on paper, emails galore, business, thinking, swirling in music, remembering for a report.
Ahhhhh, so nice to be done . . . for the day.
Sun hides behind dark skies as sun-rays flicker on empty corn fields.
 A nice day to remember the reason for the season.
Oh joy!

12.9:: Early up again to meet the ol' doc.  All is well with this old body . . .  as long as I follow the rules . . . so many rules.
 BUT God is good, Life is good, WE are good.
Hubby and I keep chugging along with errands, some breathing time and a tiny bit of pre-Christmas enjoyment.

12.10:: Lists, agendas, deadlines, meetings into the night.
A long day is slated.  B R E A T H E . . . be still . . .  know the Lord is guiding my every step.  Jeremiah 29 comes to mind, "I know the plans that I have for

you," declares the Lord. "Plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope."
His plans are my plan.  Praise Him that He PLANNED the presence of His Son from the very beginning . . . even before creation.  God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. AMEN

12.11:: Hazy skies fade into sparkle as temps rise.  It's like a gorgeous fall day!  I love it.  A very long meeting last night left me drained but the beauty of this day revives my soul.  I "press on toward the goal of the upward call of Christ Jesus," as I remain focused on my Lord.  My desire to quit is strong as my body limps along.  Yet, I feel 'called' to stand the test and press into the challenges set before me.  God is so good.  I must focus on those faithful encouragers who are with me every step of the way.  JOY comes in the midst of adversity because my JOY is in my Lord, Jesus Christ.

12.12:: I create a poem on JOY to add to the gift package tomorrow from St. Nicholas.  A wonderful tradition is to share the legend of this devout Christian who came from a wealthy home but chose to give all he had away to give JOY to others.

Christmas cookies are my favorite way to celebrate
this season of giving and sharing the love of Christ.

JOY is a choice made daily, like turning on a light.
It makes life seem brighter instead of dark as night.
We can look at each letter to help us understand
the meaning of the season the focus of this land.
The J reminds us of Jesus,
the O reminds us of Others.
The Y means YOU are loved by Christ
who lives in us forever.
So when you make Jesus 1st,
on your list of things to do,
then it is no wonder that others see JOY in you!

12.13:: JOY Sunday is a time in Advent to 'lighten up.'  We add a light spray of flowers and invite the children to participate in the service.

I love trees filled with food for birds and even
some close-to-the-ground food for bunnies.

The third, JOY,  candle is lit on the Advent wreath and brings a tad more light into our worship space. Light piercing the dark but very warm day reminds us of the Hope of Christ and the reason for this season of celebration . . . we are getting closer to the end of this pregnant pause.

12.14:: Balmy days invite us outside but the drizzle gives us pause.  I'm not complaining.  So far, the 'winter' seems like spring!  Yet, as I am driving home mid-afternoon, with ever darkening skies, I enjoy the sparkle of Christmas lights that dance in front of homes.  Some inside trees are lit inviting my quick glance into a bit of celebration.  NICE!

12.15:: Nothing beats a decorated 'outside' tree.  Munchies for birds and ornaments from nature.  God provides everything we need.  Birds and squirrels and bunnies (and even the skunks that visit us at midnight) never seem to worry about tomorrow.  Why should we?  As I try to meet endless deadlines I am also trying to take a 'time-out' each week.  Hubby and I are excited to have received FREE tickets to Longwood Gardens, a bit of a drive for us but OH SO BEAUTIFULLY decorated for Christmas.  JOY comes in 'natural' packages.

Perhaps this was a leaky fountain but now it is a
great place to nurture succulents.  Lights
stream down each tier like running water.

12.16:: A long journey that was filled with DECEMBER DELIGHTS filled our souls for a long time to come.  A special luncheon began the day and then we drove to the gardens.  Endless vignettes of beauty filled our sightline as we moved through acres of enchantment. I should have taken more pictures but the black night popped with the color of lights and water dancing to music.  Mild weather enabled us to walk for three hours as we drank in the beauty of the season.  I think it is the BEST year we have had at the gardens even though every year is amazing.  I thank the Lord every day that I have eyes to see, ears to hear and an open soul to receive such blessings.

12.17::  A time to send greetings to those we love.  This is often the only time of year we share with friends we have known but have not seen for years. I love hearing about friends' children and family adventures.  It's a time to 'connect' and a time to refresh our memories of days gone by.  NICE.

12.18:: SUN!  Oh JOY! It's amazing, as the days grow darker and sun hides behind thick clouds, how my body seems to shut down.

My camera moved in this night shot but the blue lights
were spectacular as we entered the conservatory
so beautifully decorated with LIGHTS!

 I exercise more slowly and begin my day sluggishly.
I'm ready for bed an hour early.
 LIGHT shining through the darkness does make a difference.
 No wonder we celebrate the Light of Christ and His birth during the darkest time of the year.
 HE makes all the difference in this dark world . . .  and in my life!
Thank you God for sending Your Son to US!

12.19:: "My soul MAGNIFIES the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God my savior."  Words from Mary after Elizabeth greets her with BLESSING!  Two women bonding together as each carries a miracle of life within them.  The power of the Holy Spirit communicates to Mary and Elizabeth the awesomeness of this moment.  No need for conversation.  They KNOW the spirit of the Lord is upon them and filling them to overflowing with JOY and grace.  AMEN!

12.20:: My nephew's birthday, another year to celebrate the life of this precious soul in Christ.

Open the doors and majestic trees greet the eye.

Advent 4, a very dark beginning to the day, as days continue to become the shortest in the year.  FOUR candles of light brighten a dim corner of the church.  JOY rings out as we rejoice in the story of the encounter between Mary and Elizabeth.  God graces two women with life.  Each carries that life that belongs to God and is God, respectively.  They burst forth with joy as their bodies burst forth with new life in God's due time.  John is a miracle to Elizabeth in her very old age.  The seed of God within Mary is a miracle for all humanity who will soon be born, will live a very short but productive life, and will be crucified so that we who believe in Him might have eternal life.

12.21:: The longest day of the year is pretty mild but sun has yet to peak through cloudy skies.  We hide inside and recall the glorious concert of carols we enjoyed yesterday.  Oboe, bassoon, clarinet, flute, french horn produced delicate tunes that danced in our hearts.  The grand piano duets and the choir anthem were a grand addition.  NICE.  Music gives rest tot he soul, especially for the listener.

Our little manger at church.  It's a perfect size for our little church.

12.22:: Just when the Light of Christ pierces through the darkness in celebration of His birth, we begin to see four minutes more light each day.  Wise men thought of the perfect time of year to celebrate.  Balmy weather with gray, dark skies confuses the mind.  It seems like spring!  We have been so blessed so far.  Tonight we drive around the neighborhoods basking in the luxury of outdoor decorations and lights and who knows what.  It's a fun time of year even if it is a bit busy.  We make time to be quiet, listen, wait, contemplate God's Word and simply breath in new discoveries daily.

12.23:: The day before Christmas Eve and all through the house, the rain was pouring far more than a douse.  The mantle was filled with all matter of things, the manger, the stocking and a wooden man who sends out puff-rings.  A dark, quiet day.  A time to say THANK YOU to friends who care enough to write a message, purchase a stamp and send their love.  I am way behind on this part but at least I try to respond to each person before the new year.  My mind dances with words for tomorrow.
The Lamb of God, born in the midst of sheep herders' flocks.  Sheep raised for required sacrifices and a little Lamb of God destined in the same way. . . for us.  An incredible gift  . . . for us.

12:24:: "And the glory of the Lord shone upon them . . . "  The Eve of the Nativity of our Lord, Jesus Christ is when we have our grand celebration.
The children take over the first service with the Pageant, narrated by the Youth.  This service is packed and rowdy and wonderful.  The time for carols before the later Festive service is my favorite.  In our tradition we can finally usher in Christmas with all those traditional songs.
The Festive Service with incense is fabulous, regal, filled with the Glory of the Lord as we are swept into the story of Mary, Joseph, the shepherds and, of course, the birth of Christ Jesus.

The Moravian star is a standard
symbol of light piercing the darkness.

This is the first crescendo of our liturgical year.
 This lofty beginning will hold us through Lent, Holy Week and, of course, the grand crescendo of the year, Resurrection Sunday.
CELEBRATE!
Celebrate Life!
Celebrate Life in Christ eternal, that we each may know and understand our own, personal relationship with God in Christ and rejoice in resurrected life.

12:25 Celebrate quietly . . . B R E A T H E . . . let the foggy, dark day envelope us like a blanket as we bask in the glory of last night's celebration of our Lord's birth.  Crazy, wild children's pageant with deep meaning, packed church and joyous embrace.  The second service, formal, traditional, a bit staid, was loved by that crowd too.  It's the Jesus story, heard year after year, given a new twist each time but remaining with the same traditions that draws people together.  It did help that our 70 degree weather drew more people than we'd imagined.  The true meaning of Christ-mas was presented, received, and given to the glory of God.  Hubby and I rejoice in His Holiness.

12.26:: In the beginning . . .  God . . . breathed words and that powerful breath created this microcosm

Each year we put up hubby's manger from when he was
a child.  His dad bought it in Germany during WWII.

in which we live.  Then God breathed his presence into a handful of dirt and man was created.  Then God provided parameters for his human creation.  We know how well that worked.  John 1:1 introduces us to God's new plan for us, Jesus Christ, who has been part of creation from the beginning.  I'm meditating on the words, "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God . . .  and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us."  There is dynamite-power in these in these words.

12.27:: We celebrate the first Sunday after Christmas.  The little tree that the children trimmed with Christian symbols toppled over in the night so we gathered a few early-birds (before the 8am service) to whisk away the tree and clean the plethora of pine needles left behind.  The tree, symbolized life, new life, with candy cane shepherd's crooks and all sorts of wonderful ornaments to remind us of Jesus' birth.  Life happens, as they say.  The poinsettias surround the manger as we recognize the "Word made flesh among us."  Christmas songs ring out and w rejoice at His coming.

Even our small church goes all out for Christmas.
We don't decorate until Christmas-eve and all
remains up until Epiphany,
12 days after Christmas.

12.28:: This old gal caught the Christmas spirit along with loads of germs.  Sore throat is now a full fledged cold.  It's not as bad as it could be as I gargled with Listerine every two hours as soon as I came home yesterday.  So much to do but the body moves slowly through the day.  I rejoice that hubby is making sure I am well cared for.

12.29:: I slog slowly and take mini-naps as I work through year-end reports and study by-laws.  Rain plops pellets of pearly pieces hard on window sills as temperatures continue to hover high.  No complaints here.  Although I rather enjoy shoveling snow, my body is just not up to it today.  Thank you, God, for so much rain.

12.30:: Feel a bit more perky as I plow through lovely Christmas cards, notes from friends, wonderful annual stories.  Our notes to friends will have to wait a few weeks, perhaps February would be nice.

This was last year's shot of the church.
No problem with snow this year . . .  so far.
Balmy days with little rain on Sundays.

 Major meetings and year-end expectations will, by then, be nicely tucked into files as we move into another season.  I've been off milk products for several days - so miss my yogurt but it helps to keep my nose from running too much.

12.31:: I awake to wonders that never cease.  Hubby is so creative.  Sparkle-stripes cover top hats and blow-whistles sit ready to celebrate the BIG day!  Nicely decorated envelopes with surprise-cards inside greet me as I move about the house in the early hour of the morning.  No wonder he staid up a little later last night, well after I was zoned out.  He sure knows how to celebrate the end of the year, and my birthday!  Happy Birthday to ME.  The sun even peeked out of gray skies for an hour.  I'm ready to celebrate . . . in spirit.  My body still slogs slow but is enthused to move a bit faster.  I'll write more next year!

NOVEMBER NORMALITIES

Our front door had this Fall
decoration.  And, always, a
Norwegian welcome!

WELCOME to NOVEMBER!
Light pierces through darker days as numbing winds become a nemesis to rose bushes and less hearty perennials.

11.01.15:: ALL SAINTS DAY!  A time to remember those who are now celebrating with the angels; a time to remember the legacy of love or knowledge or whatever they gave us to master and send to the next generation after us.  Praise God from Whom ALL blessings flow . . . .the blessing of the lives of those who died so that we might LIVE.  May our faith bring each of us resurrected life and a legacy of the same for those we love in the next generation.

11.02.15:: Piles of leaves puddle below huge maple trees with half their brilliantly colored leaves.  Red-gold pierces the green background of fir trees.  A magnificent Fall, with vignettes of pumpkins and dried corn stalks, envelop our sight-line as we drive about town.  OH JOY!  I thought Spring was beautiful but Fall in these parts shows us the glory of God's creation in new ways.

11.03.15:: It's our patriotic duty.  We are citizens of the United States of America . . .  the land of the FREE and the home of the BRAVE.  VOTE!  We have a numbing schedule but we make time for the one opportunity each year to select those whom we trust to make the right decisions for our township, county, state and nation.  Thank you, God, for this

It's our duty as citizens to vote even if this is an
'off-year' election.  The gift of freedom brings
responsibility.  The fleeing refugees would
be glad to vote in a democratic election.

freedom, honor and responsibility.

11.04.15:: Early up for a meeting with people from other churches.  We only meet four times a year so it is a grand time of sharing information and sharing opportunities for all of our congregations to gather throughout the year.  We create a long calendar and find that two of us are retiring at the same time.  Perhaps two churches can share one of our clones to provide some financial savings.  Fall colors are crisp and glitter in the sunny day.  Give THANKS with a grateful heart!

My sister is such a good botanical artist that I thought
she took a picture of this leaf that she DREW!

11.05.15::I'm buried in paperwork as I prepare to leave for a couple weeks.  The long list of 'must do' items shrinks by end of day but the garden beckons.  The fog finally lifts at the end of the day before darkness envelopes me.  I cut and drag and clean and empty pots . . .  until darkness halts my efforts.  Tomorrow is another day but I feel such a sense of accomplishment.  I LOVE digging in my garden even when dying plants fill two full bags.  This is the BEST Fall ever!  Love it!

11.06.15:: Words flow from my mind as I press them into the computer keys and they show up black against white.  The contrast of those who glorify themselves instead of giving all to the glory of God seems to be just as stark.  Oh how difficult it is to give our ALL to God, to give glory to Him.  It's so daily.  My waking prayer copies that of Solomon: "Praise God that you give me wisdom and discernment when I ask."  I then pray, "In the Name of Jesus Christ, by the power of His blood and His cross, bind up the power of evil spirits and command them not to block my prayers."  That's from Francis McNutt with Christian Healing Ministries in Jacksonville, Florida.  I am assured that my prayers to the the Lord throughout the day will go directly to my Lord.  AMEN!

I'm spinning.
I need to stop, totally,
completely.

11.07.15:: Off to convention at 0-dark hundred.  Long drive, long speeches, long  day. . .  but always
good to hear the news and see the people and make my vote count.  Autumn is ablaze and temps have skyrocketed into the 70s!  This is FABULOUS!  God is so good.

11.08.15:: Early up before the sun.  Sky peaks through clouds with swatches of magenta and gray until we are almost at church. A huge ball of light is right in my eyes but I learned how to wear two pairs of sunglasses cock my head just-so when we climb hills into the blaze of fire.  Crisp, cool with a dust of frost tells me the indian summer is over but what a

Transitioning to another place, even for a short
vacation seems like a perilous, winding road.
We are glad we are traveling to a familiar place.

gorgeous day!  The Widow's mite, given from the heart, all she had, speaks to us.  Are we really giving our ALL to the Lord each day . . .  from the heart?  So hard when my mind swirls with details to be presented at meetings today but tomorrow . . . tomorrow is another day . . .  maybe then.

11.09.15:: Prep, pack, plow through piles to sort before we are off for a bit of free time.  Organize, remember small details, gather everything we could ever need and then some more.  Never can have too much stuff when traveling is my motto.  I always end up using 1/3 so I'll pull it all out and put 2/3 back in the closet.  Fun.  We really need a breather from our busy schedule and the Lord needs me to quiet my spirit so I can really spend time with Him.  I plan long periods of silence as I walk each day.

I need to remind myself to BE,
not "do."  This is a time to
relax, regroup, BE.

11.10.15:: Off we go into the wild blue yonder . . . after waiting an extra hour.  Amazingly, by God's grace, we made our connection by a whole five minutes!  We'd prayed before we left home for angels to surround us, our luggage and all transportation until we reached our final destination.  It's amazing how prayer does work even though we half-heartedly believe what we pray.  I'm sure the Lord shakes His head at our unbelief.

11.11.15:: A new day!  It took us forever to unpack and find our way around yesterday but today we can run errands.  We enjoy fresh salad, fish and other healthy treats at our abode.  I so love staying 'home' and not eating out.  Now where do I find pots and pans, measuring cups and utensils?  We remember the Veterans as many tributes flash on the TV screen.  NICE.

Gabriel, messenger to Mary, works
overtime as we send our prayers to God.

11.12.15:: This is the day that the Lord has made, we will REJOICE and be GLAD!
 B R E A T H E,  MEDITATE, READ . . .  hubby wakes up.  POOF!  There goes my quiet time.  So glad I get up at least an hour earlier to take time to quiet my spirit and drink in the Lord's presence.  Scripture feeds my soul, heart, mind . . .  makes my day!

11.13.15:: I always wonder a bit about Fridays on this date.  I make it a day of blessing.  Little do I know that evil lurks all over the world and even in my own sphere influence.  Yet, I keep moving forward, knowing that God has angels surrounding me, protecting me, keeping me from the power of evil.  Even if I am pierced by evil deeds, the Spirit of God within me, the Holy Spirit, transcends the adversary's power.

11.14.15:: In Paris, evil lurked within gathering places  for music, soccer, a meal.  My heart sinks deep.  I think of the twin towers where thousands died.   Paris says 129 died but many wounded may be added to the toll.
Where is a place safe from evil?
 Physically, nowhere.
We are all 'open' to evil daily.

LIGHT transcends darkness.
The Light of Christ Jesus pierces the darkness
because He is the I AM.

But my own personal assurances from God enable me to 'feel' safe knowing that I will ultimately be with my Lord when I am taken from this earth.
 I wonder if any who died had this assurance?
 I wonder about evil.
 Evil is dark and lurks in dark corners waiting to pounce on all of us.
I may not see what's coming from dark, deadly corners of our earthly world but I  know the source of The Light,  God's Light,  the light of Christ,
the light that pierces the darkness and instantly nullifies the power of evil.

11.14.15:: I meet a dear friend for breakfast - a yogurt parfait.  Over two hours later we have barely touched the surface.  It's so good to listen,

Evil makes us see empty brush with no fruit.
Yet the Cross of Christ reminds us of
His forever presence in lives of those who
believe in Him.

affirm, share, be affirmed and know our conversations will never run dry.
Dinner with dear friends fills our souls with new hope for the work God has called us to complete.  Like minds and hearts makes the soul soar.  Thank you Lord!

11.15.15:: This is the day that the Lord has made.  Let us rejoice and be glad!
 The beautifully sculpted stations of the Cross at the church we visited  tell the story of Jesus' gift to us - death on the Cross - shedding His blood and taking our sins upon Himself so we will never feel the sting of death.  My soul fluttered, filled, is refreshed . . . Thank you, Lord, for a time of 'filling.'

11.16.15::Paris is on the front page of news. Headlines flash the disastrous results of terrorism.  Muslim Jihadists.  Yes, I said it.
Those who have been screaming "death to America" for years are killing those in Paris?
France, a country with 47% muslims.  That's right.
Half their population!
The killers have mutated their souls to believe life has no value.
The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob promotes LIFE.  Love life!
Love your neighbor even if you

God is good.  Life is good. We are good.
The whirl of evil in the world stops when we take a moment
to enjoy a fabulous sunset near the pier.

disagree with that neighbor.  Nurture life, no matter how grossly mutated that life seems on the outside.
These killers have mutated out of islam and cannot represent muslim beliefs.
To love God is to love all.
Their god is not Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
 Mutation turns things up-side-down.  To hate all who do not believe in Allah is to love Allah?
 If this is the religion that gives honor to Allah, this is a mutation of original intent.
Our Triune God loves all and wants ALL to know His LOVE and act out His love and love

Flip flops, warm weather, home away from home.
I'm learning to relax and  enjoy quiet moments.

others.  If others disagree with our God's precepts, we still love them and wish them well.
Yet, it's hard for me to love those who kill just because . . .  These killers, these beings, have mutated into killing animals.
I'm suppose to write words of JOY!
 Perhaps I can praise God that he hears our prayers for those who suffer because of this religious mutation.
Thank you, Lord, for receiving our fervent prayers for those who are being persecuted and killed.

11.17.15:: I'm still spinning as if I must go to work tomorrow.  I have one more week of sunshine and visiting friends and catching up with personal time.  I wonder if I can do this for months at a time.  I'll know next year.  So far I have had no time to do those many 'fun' activities on my list.  But, we are having fun and we are relaxing and we are enjoying each moment.  Thanks, lord for these simple moments.

I love the colors of vegetation that grows everywhere down here.

11.18.15:: Linger longer, with awhile, listen to God speak to me.  My soul soars.  I watch a video of a sermon to children and know in my heart that we are all 'children' of God no matter what age.  Keep words simple, keep teaching points simple, Keep It Simple Saints as I 'kiss' the heart of God in Christ. Thank you Lord, for a delightful morning of diligent listening.

11.19.15:: Time trails behind me as I let go of "shoulda, woulda, coulda" tapes in my brain.  I linger in lukewarm salt water and embrace the humidity on this hot morning.
I LOVE summer.  We are in a 'summer' place right now and feeling absolutely deliciously free.  Thank you Lord, for helping me let go of 'mothering' responsibilities for a few days. WONDERFUL!

11.20.15:: I gather with friends as I use to do weekly when we lived here.  It's like I never left.  We pray together and talk about maintaining our daily time with the Lord.  I've been with this group, on and off, for over twenty years and look forward to joining them weekly for six months each year.  We may be getting old but we are still 'called' to be ready to share the Gospel of Our Lord, Jesus Christ 'in and out of season' . . . or whenever we are given the opportunity.  It's great to be with a group who takes this seriously.  Thank you, Lord, for guiding me daily to keep my eyes on YOU.

What a glorious day!

11.21.15::  It's amazingly easy to get around town today.  We look for places that may be unique for groceries and find a wonderful little place not too far away.  Prices are great because they serve the 'regular' working population.  It's so nice to find spots that are not fancy but get the job done.  A windy day tells me that tomorrow might be a bit cooler?  I will not complain.  It's freezing up north!
Thanks, Lord, for providing a place for us to 'hang our hats' for a little while and linger longer by the sea.

It's strange to sit in our shorts and flip-flops
while looking at Christmas decorations.

11.22.15:: This is the day that the Lord has made.  Let us rejoice and be glad.  I LOVE SUNDAYS!  For decades I wanted to bury Sundays under my pillow.  I did not understand why we should go to church when no one acted the same way the rest of the week.  But someone was praying for me [in fact many] and as I learned to kneel at the foot of the cross and serve the Lord, thy God, with all my heart, soul and strength, I love Sundays.  We visited the same church as last week and I pondered the mesh image of Christ hanging as if he were lifted from the cross in mid-air.  His head hangs as one who has died yet I see the 'resurrected' One who has taken my sin upon himself so that I will never feel the sting of death.

11.23.15:: Cold breeze invites us to open windows, walk the beach twice as long and linger longer in the sun.  This is what it's all about.  As temps plummet up north, we finally feel the right temps and dryness to enjoy these gorgeous days.  God is so good.  I praise Him for this beauty and pleasant part of our time away from winter.  I actually have to wear a jacket and the Christmas decorations don't seem as out of place as they did the other day.

Walking on the beach is great exercise but it is also
fun to people-watch when I take time to look up.
The homes are amazing and so close to the water.

11.24.15:: We begin to really relax.  There is something wonderful about stopping, waiting, listening and moving forward at a slower pace.  I am determined not to pick up work but I do enjoy hours of study in God's Word.  A surprise invite from dear friends who offer a full thanksgiving dinner because we will miss it when we travel on Thursday.  Dinner is a delight.  We say our final good-byes until we return many months from now.

11.25.15:: A time-out from fixing and cleaning for the future renter who will occupy the condo for the winter.  Time flies as we flit about, walk the beach and enjoy our last day in warmth.  Packing, organizing, making the place look like it was never lived in took a few more hours than planned.  Laundry done, clean sheets on all beds, "fresh and clean" is our phrase for the day.  Ahhhh, we sleep well after a long day knowing we have a long day ahead.

I love this little gate to Palm Cottage.
It invites us into a quiet green space
that is only open a few times a year.

11.26.15:: Early up to give THANKS for this special day.  We pray for the Lord's protection as we travel and give thanks for His presence and direction in our lives.  Packed flight on this day of Thanks-giving until the last leg.  Most are eating with their families by the time we arrive home.  Home sweet home, as inviting as when we left.

11.27.15:: Dive in to Advent lessons, words, plans for the coming Sunday.  A baptism awaits.  I put together words that remind us to be ready, slow down, take a pregnant pause as the first Sunday of Advent looms close.

11.28.15:: Advent is almost here - one more day!  The 'coming' of Christ . . . remembering prophecy that speaks of Jesus' return as we prepare to celebrate Christ's birth.  We are mindful of taking a time-out to remember the reason for this celebration . . . salvation for those who, by faith, accept God's grace through His Son.

11:29:15:: First Sunday of Advent: Coming!  The Lord is coming soon!  Only when chaos swirls beyond comprehension will Christ come again.  The Gospel writers thought the end of the world was during their generation as Christians were being killed by the droves.  Today it seems the same but we have far to go before with world swirls into such chaos that God will intervene by sending His Son again.  In the mean time, we begin preparation for the grand celebration of the year . . . the CELEBRATION of Christ's birth.  May we pause and remember the reason for this frenzy-filled season.

11.30.15:: The last day of the month, the beginning of a new liturgical year.  In our denomination, we begin at the beginning . . . again . . . becoming intimate with the Lord, Jesus Christ, through the eyes of the author of the Gospel of Luke.  God's healing hand, the great physician, is seen through the eyes of a practicing physician, Luke.  May we rejoice in another year of knowing Christ Jesus and making Him known to others. AMEN!