While others are humming Christmas tunes and decorating their homes….
I am sorting through what appears to be every single school paper from every single year for every single child in our family and humming the line from Michael W. Smith’s song Friends…
the line about packing up the dreams we planted…in the fertile soil of youth.
Because after twenty years almost to the day, we will be carting all of our stuff
plus the accumulated treasures gained from that fertile soil
plus assorted inherited heirlooms of extended family
plus a ridiculous number of books because apparently one of us has a problem….
and we will be moving it to a new house that better suits who we are today.
Two days before Christmas.
One day before Christmas Eve.
The whole process has been working fairly quickly and well for us.
Which is extremely helpful because with the move and our grief over dad and just all the other parts of life in 2016 gleaned from one disturbing or sad report after another… I run the gamut of emotions on a cycle that is somewhat like a ceiling fan.
On high speed.
So when I said in earlier posts that I am taking a different approach to Advent this year, I truly meant it.
Without all the extras of preparing our home and food and hoping to have some people over for different holiday events, I find my heart truly stripped down to the bare bones of what Christmas is to me.
It is interesting how much the preparations have consumed my time in the past. I can see that now that I am not doing them.
Part of me misses them terribly and part of me feels lightened immensely.
I love all the lovely parts of the season, don’t get me wrong, but to be side-lined this year from participating in the rush of it all is giving me a different perspective.
I look forward to meeting you here each day.
I will be respectful of your time…you have a lot do and so do I.
Including decorating this little fellow…
because even when you are moving…you still have to have a tree.
The countdown from past years have been daily…we shall see if that happens this year.
I may be popping by over the weekend or I may see you Monday….until then…be blessed…be refreshed in the Word…be assured that you are thought about and prayed for and loved <3