Ahhh...Sweet Success

I commented around the beginning of the month that I really had a hard time getting in the Christmas spirit this year. Yet looking back across the month, I'd have to say this has been one of my favorite Christmases. I really settled down and enjoyed being IN the season.

A couple of nights ago, Faith, Hannah, and I went driving around looking for the biggest light displays on the smallest properties...and pictures of that adventure will be available soon. There were some garish ones, for sure!

Last night I went to an 11:00 p.m. Christmas Eve service. I think I was in college the last time I did that. I enjoyed that way to end the day.

And this morning I just ran around hoping and praying that all the food would turn out ON time and that no one would die. It's four hours later and everyone is gone. Hopefully they're only gone home and not GONE gone.

I found a couple of recipes that were keepers!! Always dangerous to try out the new stuff on the family, but that's what I did! :D The meal was a success, and with the exception of Dad, I got great compliments on it. Dad said "Not bad." That translates to "Not really what I would have chosen, but it could have been worse." He says it translates to "really good." Then why not just say "really good?"

Got some great stuff - in fact, I'm about to curl up with my first ever Beth Moore book and start reading (and underlining). Mom and Dad gave me a new leather jacket. I think it was mostly because Mom is MORTIFIED by the fifteen dollar Goody's special I've been sporting for the last three years. It's all cracked around the collar, and the pockets have huge holes, but it's my FAVORITE! Until now. Now of course, I love the leather. I'm all stocked up on Mary Kay now - so I should eventually become beautiful. Ooh! And a big girl power drill. How sad is it that I ASKED for that?

Dad had it easy this year - usually I send him on a wild goose chase for his gift cards, since that's ALL he ever wants, but this year I was too tired to process a new scheme. Mom acted surprised at the jewelry she picked out when we shopped together. My brother-in-law mulled over a calendar of the world's most difficult golf courses and wondered how they could be real. My other brother-in-law got from me the same Beth Moore book that I received from Mom and Dad. So now we can be Beth friends. (Beth Friendth?) And both my sisters tried to figure out how in the world the scarves I got them legitimately could double as tube tops. I gave Cassie the newest season of Gilmore Girls so she asked if I wanted to come over (to Kansas) and watch. Sure - just as soon as I catch up on the first five seasons!

The web cam was a success - we all gathered round and watched each other open gifts. In person is better, but hey, this was better than nothing!

And now...I CAN TAKE A NAP!! Because do you know what time you have to get up to cook ham on Christmas? Well it's before 11. I can tell you that.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Seventeen years ago today, on a Sunday a little bit colder than this one, right about this time in the afternoon, my niece was born. My parents and I went straight to the hospital right after the morning church service. We did not pass go or collect $200 (or lunch, I might add) – just hurried up to sit and wait.

The nurse brought Polaroids into the waiting room and we all about knocked her down, trying to get the first glimpse of the baby. I was so hoping for a niece…and I got my wish. Best Christmas gift ever!

I remember the first time I held her. I got a little bit lost in the shuffle of people vying for the first baby holding. Some things never change. I still won’t ask to hold a baby. But as we were leaving a few hours later, Mom realized I’d not gotten my turn, so she asked me if I wanted to hold Cassie. Silly question.

The picture of our first bonding moment is a little scary. Even though I’d held many babies before and was a regular “junior helper” in the church nursery, I’d never before held a baby who was only hours into life outside the womb. The look on my face in this picture is one of “I have no idea what I’m doing here. Help!”

And yet, Cassie slept peacefully, totally unaware that the arms that held her weren’t a bit sure of themselves. And that day, despite my worries about dropping and breaking the baby, I knew that this little girl was going to be not just my niece, but a very special friend.

My nerves didn’t last long. By the next day, I was an old pro at the newborn thing. I still sported collapsing hair and questionable stonewashed clothing (ahhh, the 80’s!), but my confident smile and mothering skills had kicked in.

History leads us to believe that Mary was a teenager when Jesus was born. Maybe a very young teenager at that. In fact, she might have been barely older than the eleven years I was when Cassie was born. I wonder if she had a brief moment in those first few hours of Jesus’ life when a Polaroid (had it been available) might have captured that same unsure look on her face. Maybe the first time He cried and she wasn’t quite sure what that particular whimper meant or how to fix it. Or when she wondered if she might accidentally break Him as she carried Him across the stable.

If she had such a moment, I just imagine that it didn’t last very long. As the hours passed, and she grew familiar with Him, and He showed her that He was perfectly content with her, she must have gained confidence as His mother.

Chris Eaton and Amy Grant wrote a great song – a song from Mary’s perspective. My preference is the Point of Grace version, but the lyrics, regardless of who sings them, capture what I think that moment was all about. The song is called Breath of Heaven.

The life of a newborn holds such power. Cassie taught me that. One week after she was born, I made a covenant with God to have a new kind of relationship with Him. I had been a Christian since I was six, but as I held Cassie, fed her, changed her, and rocked her to sleep in that first week of her life, I realized I needed more than just that title. I needed a real relationship with God. I needed God to show me how to be an aunt – a good aunt. The prayer I prayed that night was full of my own stammering version of Help me be strong…help me be...help me.

All of that happened seventeen years ago. Cassie has become a special friend to me – just like I knew she would. And I hope that I’ve done a good job in the aunt department. Perhaps not always the best, but hopefully I’ve done well. Happy birthday, Miss Cassie. I love you, and I’m thankful that you, even as a tiny little baby, inspired me to turn to the Breath of Heaven.

Merry Christmas!

Bekah

P.S. – Since I’m out of Sundays to share my favorite Christmas songs, can I throw in one more? I heard this one on the radio this week for the first time and loved it. It’s called One Silent Night and was sung by Jaci Velasquez and Burlap to Cashmere. The song combines the traditional carol Silent Night with Jaci’s song God So Loved. I loved the combo.

Some Things Never Change

Christmas 1981

It wasn't my first visit with Santa, but I think it was the first time I sat on his lap. I wasn't too sure about that the first time they tried. They were good parents and let me keep my distance. I'd have made me sit there just for the photo opp alone. Even if it was a screamy face.

Christmas 2006

Not sure what I asked for the first time around, but this time I asked for my mortgage to be paid off. Apparently this is why Santa visits children. They're cheaper.

Christmas with B

Last Sunday, I had Christmas at my parents' house with my Aunt B. She is my Mom's much YOUNGER sister. (Important to remember that!)

Mom usually makes a birthday cake for Jesus, but Sunday we had birthday pie. We each got to blow out a candle, and despite what it looks like, I did not have a headache. :) I was getting frustrated with the camera.

My gift from Aunt B was a Tree of Life gift card...I sense some coffee in my future!!!!

Dad, Mom (the OLDER sister) and Aunt B (the YOUNGER sister).

Further proof that Dad is feeling more normal these days. Aunt B gave him this warm shirt/coat thing with a hood, and, well...he had to try it out.

How Smart Do I Have to Be? Good GRIEF!

It was all my idea to begin with, so I have no one to blame but myself. I got this brilliant idea to host Christmas here at my house so that the Indiana family could share Christmas with the out of state family by having a webcam Christmas.

Such a simple idea, no?

That's right. NO.

My sister and I have been working for about 3 weeks now to get our webcams to work WHILE the microphone works. That way we don't have to have a pantomime Christmas.

It has nearly exhausted us both. We are both college educated people, but CLEARLY that does not make us smart. She's a lot smarter than I am - and a billion times more patient. We had success just now with sound AND video - for one brief shining millisecond. Most of the time, we only have video...

She's still not giving up - but we might have to start practicing exaggerated reactions anyway. Gives new meaning to Silent Night, doesn't it?

A Successful Party!!

I had a little dinner party at my house last night - pictures will be around sometime, I'm sure. Anyway. I had the work girls over for dinner. I love to cook and do so all the time - even though it's just for me - but I always get nervous when other people eat my cooking. If I make something and hate it, I can say yuck and go to plan B. But if I made something and the company said yuck and asked for a plan B, I'd be mortified!

Despite my nervousness, all seemed to go well. We had lasagna. It was pretty yummy, but it made a 9X13, so I'll be eating lasagna for quite a little while now. :) All the food was done at the right time - which made me very happy. And the cats didn't knock over any candles, so the 248 of them that were lit did not prove to be a fire hazard.

My favorite part (sorry cat-haters) was when Braeya tried to get up on the table. She was on my ONE dining room chair that has arms. I was moving toward her rather quickly and she KNEW she was in trouble. I tried to pick her up to ground her to the upstairs during the meal, and she seemed stuck on something. I leaned over to look closely, and that little booger had both her front paws wrapped securely around the arm of the chair. It was like a two year old with fur! I was laughing so hard - but she still found herself banished to the upstairs. She sat right on the other side of the stairway door and stuck one paw out through the crack under the door, waving wildly. Cute, baby girl, but not cute enough to buy your release until dinner is over!

Now I have to start cooking for the big Christmas Day extravaganza!! That means one more braving of the Wal-Mart......

mama.

Longest Week #452

I appreciate the slow days of Christmas break. It's nice to be able to park closer than 250 miles from my building. It's nice to not have a bunch of voicemails and emails rolling in faster than I can respond. It's nice to dust the desk and clean the drawers.

But it is so boring!!!

At 8:15 this morning, someone asked me how the day was going, and I said, "Well I'm just waiting for five!"

And now - one coffee, half a water bottle, half a coke, and three pieces of pizza later, I'm still waiting for five! Tonight I'm having the office girls over for dinner, so I keep thinking of all the things I could be doing at home. Maybe I'll get to go home early since I do need to preheat the oven. :) One could hope!!!

Well - I have absolutely nothing of importance to report. I was just blogging out of boredom.

Christmases of Yore

I have been inspired by Deb's post of Christmas memories, so I dug into the recesses of the closet to find the baby pictures that are awaiting permanent placement in a fully decked out scrapbook. Clearly that hasn't happened yet.

I tried to put these three in here in a very specific order and Blogger has very randomly mixed them up. So you know...imagine.

This was my third Christmas. If you scroll down two pictures, you'll see this same baby on the day I initially received her. That day she was clothed and had hair. You can see what a difference a year makes. I carried this doll around for years, naked and hairless. What did I do to the hair? DO YOU SEE NOW WHY THE PREDICTION OF TWO BABY GIRLS IN MY FUTURE SCARES ME???

This was my first Christmas - the year I was the baby. I've carefully cropped my sister out of the background...I know better than to tick people off with almost 30 year old pictures of themselves. Especially right before Christmas!!

Christmas #2. Such a little Mama. HA. Little did this baby know that one year later, she'd be naked and bald. (That would be the doll, not me.) Is anyone else enjoying the Polaroid camera in the background??

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Well, as I write this, American Idol Rewind is playing on WGN, and I’m hearing some frightening sounds coming from the living room. They’re showing the highlights (and lowlights) of season one, which unfortunately was not the season that Keith or William Hung made an appearance in the auditions, but there are some that are just as bad.

And speaking of bad auditions…this afternoon when I was home at Mom and Dad’s, having Christmas with my aunt, Dad unearthed several “takes” of me offering renditions of Away in a Manger. I was probably about three. It was no doubt done around the same time I recited Luke 2 that I told you about last week. Wow. Child prodigy I was not. I cried laughing at my own self. I will give myself credit for knowing the words. Tempo and tune seemed to have escaped me entirely that day, however.

So between the memory of my toddler-auditions and some caterwauling wannabes in Chicago singing in my ear, I move my thoughts to more pleasant Christmas music. Oh dear. Just as I wrote that, some guy on TV started singing “Si-ya-lent night.”

Well, away from the world of American Idol, I heard a song this week that I’d not heard yet this season. I’m not sure why my radio station hasn’t been playing it – because it’s a great song! The choir sang it at our Christmas chapel this week and refreshed my memory of its existence.

This is one of Chris Rice’s songs, and it’s called Welcome to Our World. (Julie C. – just so you’ll know, you are my pick to sing this song – even over Chris. Don’t tell him.)

You can go here to read the lyrics and hear a clip.

As I’ve been writing about Advent and studying the Bible to read more of those familiar passages in hopes of seeing something from a new angle, I’ve been caught up in just how real all those people were. All of them were special and chosen to have a part in that moment of history, but all of them were just the you and me of 2000 years ago.

They were people with dreams and worries too.

Mary was a mother who resourcefully found around her the things she needed to make a home for a baby. And she accepted everything that happened – from the change to her marriage plans to a bunch of smelly men barging in on her makeshift nursery when her baby was only hours old.

Joseph was a man who found himself filling the role of a father, even when he wasn’t sure exactly how to do it. He obeyed immediately and without question, even when the things he heard God asking him to do seemed to make no sense.

The shepherds were the least of the social ladder and had probably never been close to babies who were not born with a woolly covering. And yet suddenly they were the first on the visitor list for a baby they didn’t even know.

Simeon was an old man who held to what he believed God had said, even though everyone might have called him crazy. And maybe sometimes he felt crazy. But he still clung to what he knew he heard.

And Jesus – though an extraordinary Baby, was still a baby. Still had to breathe our air and walk our sod. Still had to feel what we feel and experience what we experience.

The Christmas story isn’t a “story.” It was real. And those people weren’t well-groomed, halo bearing, perfectly serene men and women. They were us. Just earlier in history. And He was as real as they were. And He still is.

Back to the Name Quandry

Back on October 22, I posted a Sunday blog about names. I would explain it to you - but you can very easily read it for yourself, so I'll just let you. But I ended it this way:

"Having said that, Braeya was one of my girl names. I had picked it out and had it on the famous 'layaway list' for my someday baby girl. But when I got my little Braeya, I had decided I wasn't having kids after all. So rather than waste a perfectly good name, I used it for her.

"Now I've decided it would be nice to have kids someday. But we're going to have to stick with boys - because those are the names I still have."

Guess what? It appears my boy names are up for sale.

No, I'm not having a baby. But tonight at a party (a Sunday School class party, no less) one of the ladies asked me if I'd ever seen her baby predicting trick. I'd heard about it but never seen it. So she got it all set up and demonstrated it to me on one of the other ladies from our class. The trick is supposed to tell you how many kids you'll have and what gender they will be. So I watched as the results came out for her...girl, boy, girl, boy. And then I swung my eyes across the room to view her girl, boy, girl, boy.

Scary.

And I've heard from others who have volunteered to have it done that it has been accurate on everyone so far.

Since I have absolutely no intentions of finding out the gender of my someday children until they pop out in the delivery room, I thought it might be kind of fun to see what the "trick" has in store for me.

So I sat down to watch and wait. The outcome?

Two girls.

I asked for a redo.

Two girls.

I said, "But I wanted three boys!!!! Those are the names I have."

Fortunately, just this week, I came up with a good girl name that I've never heard before. So I guess this next weeek I better come up with a second one.

And maybe, by the time I'm fifty and these kids exist, the names will still be good. :)

Just for You, Phats

Earlier today I was informed "Tag, you're it" by my friend Phats. Turns out it's my turn to answer this stuff...so here you go!

A - Available/Single? The single I will claim. The available depends on who asks.

B - Best Friend? Lynnette - we even had those Best/Friend half in half necklaces when we were younger! That makes it official!

C - Cake or Pie? Well unless my Mom is the pie baker, it's definitely cake - chocolate please. But Mom makes a mean cherry pie.

D - Drink Of Choice? Toss up between coke (none of that diet business) and a caramel frappe

E - Essential Item You Use Everyday? ALARM CLOCK. Since you know...work feels the need to start before 2 p.m.

F - Favorite Color? Purple - and the people at work know they had best leave purple ink to my use alone!

G - Gummy Bears Or Worms? Worms - the sour kind

H - Home or Homesick? Not sure exactly what that means either, Phats, but I'll go with home.

I - Indulgence? Coffee or chocolate - or both together!

J - January Or February? Oh boy that's tough. January because I love new beginnings, but February because it's the same pay for 2-3 days less work! :) (I'm not lazy, though, I promise!)

K - Kids & Their Names? If cats count, I have Kaegan and Braeya. Otherwise, nada.

L - Life Is Incomplete Without? Gonna hafta go with God on this one - this week has made me extra aware of that!

M - Marriage date? Yes I've heard that dating leads to marriage.

N - Number Of Siblings? 2 sisters

O - Oranges Or Apples? Can't have oranges, so I'll go with apples. I do actually like them.

P - Phobias/Fears? Used to be deathly afraid of storms. I'm doing better with that now. I am not fond of the dark, and I'm really scared of driving on ice.

Q - Favorite Quote? I have lots - but the one I use a lot lately is "I hate that for you!" I didn't even know how much I said it until someone said to me the other day (when I was upset about something that happened to me at work) "Well, to quote you, 'I hate that for you!'"

R - Reason to Smile? Because I have great friends and an amazing God.

S - Season? I always like the current one the most. I get really into all of them.

T - Tag 3 or 4 people? Well, I never was very good at tag, so I might not actually tag anyone.

U - Unknown Fact About Me? I can sing a song in Japanese - I actually remember it from when a friend of mine taught it to me about 15 years ago.

V - Vegetable you don’t like? Can you think of a veggie? That one.

W - Worst Habit? Worrying incessently.

X - X-rays You’ve Had? My leg when I broke it. My mouth and jaw a million times. I'm a dental nightmare.

Y - Your Favorite Food? Whopper Juniors from Burger King.

Z - Zodiac Sign? I understand I'm a Taurus. This was news to me.

More Decking the Halls!

A couple of Sundays ago, Angela called to see if I would help her decorate her Christmas tree. So after evening church, I went over and learned all about trees that come in three pre-assembled pieces. How much easier was THAT!!!?? So much better than sorting branches by color and all the crazy stuff I did more than once. Anyway - so here are some pictures from the deck the halls extravaganza!

My job was to put the ornaments on the tree.

I think this look definitely needs to be left to Rudolph. What happened to my hair?

Angela was in charge of lights.

And because it was her tree - and because she's taller - she was also in charge of putting the star on top. :)

Thanks, Angela, for letting me come over and help you! I had a great time!!!

The Amazing Christmas Card Race

Dad and I have a contest every year to see who can get the most cards. The man never sends a single card - and yet there have been some years when he's come dangerously close to beating me. And that's after I labor over dozens of them!!!

Anyway, just thought I'd tell you that as of today my count is 17 cards (I think!) and Dad is at - what was it - four?? YES! This might be my year to win by a landslide!!!

Thanks, Laura, for boosting my count! Mom said it wasn't fair, but I say all is fair in Christmas cards!

Road Trip!!

I'm behind on pictures...how did this happen? This is from my trip to Frankenmuth right after Thanksgiving. It was my first time ever to go to Frankenmuth, and I've decided I must go back. With shorter shoes. I wore my however many inch heels and by the end of the day, I was ready to amputate both feet. I wanted to take off my shoes just for a minute, but I was afraid I might never get them back on.

So this was the official photo of the day - with Lynnette. She's stuck by me since I was a fifth grader. That is true friendship! I had a blast spending the weekend with her and her husband - just shopping the time away!

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Well I have another great new Christmas song to share with you this week. Wanna know something? I don’t know it. I’ve searched the internet high and low for the lyrics and they’re either not there or I am an inept searcher. (Choice #2 probably wins there…I have the same problem using the stupid “helpful online handbook” at work.) Anyway, so this song is one I’ve only heard one time, and that was this morning at church. It was part of our Christmas cantata. And given that I was not in the cantata, I don’t even know the words. I had to call four people before I finally found someone still in possession of a book containing the words!!!

But first, let me fill you in on why it made my list of great songs for the Christmas season. You know…given that I don’t actually know the song.

Let me back up to this morning while I was getting ready for church. My Dad has a radio program – just in case you didn’t know that. One program airs at an hour far before my day of rest begins. So I listen to the second one while I get ready. I try never to miss it because as sure as I do…that will be the Sunday he talks about me. Or worse (given that it’s the Christmas season) the Sunday he plays that recording of me reciting Luke 2 from the King James Version when I was only 3 years old.

So this morning I was rushing about (typical start to the day of rest) applying the finishing touches and as I flew past the bathroom door on my way to get shoes, I heard him say something about “How is your faith level today?” I yelled to the radio, “I DON’T EVEN WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!”

I knew right then that God was up to something. I had just been complaining to Him that the faith walk wasn’t going so well lately. Apparently He’s determined to work on it with me.

That brings me to the song. I settled back in the pew in church, ready to listen to the cantata while remembering days of yore when I used to be in cantatas. I think my last one was in the day of some extravagant bangs. It’s on video. Unfortunately. Today’s crowd looked much more normal – all in black rather than the baby blue maternity-esque robes we used to wear.

The cantata had a nice flow of nice songs – including one by my precious David Phelps. You can know I was lip-syncing to that one from my pew. And then came “the song.” I could just envision God peering over the side of the Throne watching to see if I’d notice it. I did.

Everything about the song was different from the rest. It was the “fun song” of the set. The upbeat one. The catchy one. Apparently for a reason. The song was sung by the Innkeeper, trying to defend his position as a businessman who needed to make money and clean up the bad rap he’s gotten throughout history for throwing the Son of God’s mother into a barn to give birth.

The chorus of the song said this:

We simply settle. We end up with so much less than the miracles God has in mind to do. Oh yes we settle. What we get is not the best – not the wonder that He planned for me and you. Instead of all He wants to give us, we end up with so little. And we miss out on so much more because we settle.

Gulp. Okay God, I got the point. God could see the wheels turning in my little brain, feverishly trying to gain a plan B and C in case the A He told me about fails to work. And I have a feeling that A is going to sit in a stalled position until I quit trying to form B and C.

These days of Advent that I’ve been studying and writing about – well, this song could be the theme song of each person’s life. If any of them…all of them…had settled for something else, they’d have missed out on God’s plan to involve them personally with Jesus’ life – somewhere from birth to the cross. And I’m learning that the same is true for me. And I have a feeling it’s the same for you.

So, Dad, to answer your question – today it’s not so great. But God hasn’t given up on making the answer a super!!! I know He is anti-settle and determined to get me there as well.

The Resident Thief

Last night I decided to wrap as many Christmas gifts as I could. I had a dilemma I was trying to fix in the cheapest possible way. Have you looked at the price of Christmas tree skirts lately? They are ridiculous!!! Especially when you have five trees in your house! Anyway, my two big trees do not have tree skirts yet, and both are prone to falling over (thanks to my less than level floors) so I have them propped up with outdated magazines. It's quite a picture...all the lights...all the ornaments...and then the magazines. So I decided that if I wrapped some gifts and put them under the tree, people could look at the gifts and not the magazines!!

So I hauled out of the closet the paper that I bought on clearance last year...found the scissors, tape, and bows, and dug the white tags and Christmas card stamps out of the craft room. I have to make my tags match the paper and cards...it's a bit of an OCD illness with me.

I wrapped the first gift, stamped the tag with the little star, wrote the to and from, and moved on to gift number two. But when I started to stamp the tag for that one, I couldn't find the little star. I had JUST had it two minutes before!! I ran my hand under the couch, lifted up store sacks filled with gifts, shook the wrapping paper roll, even dumped out all the bows and shook out my clothes. No stamp. You can well imagine that at this point, I figured I was absolutely losing my mind.

I was determined to not get behind because of one silly stamp. I mean I do own other star stamps. Just not others like THIS one. Sigh. So I finished about half the wrapping and decided to take a bathroom break. As I headed down the hall, Braeya went rip-tearing around me, so I said, "Hey, did you steal my stamp?" When I walked into the bathroom I saw her diving into the tub (one of her favorite places to play) and underneath her furry little belly was my star stamp. That little rascal had carried my stamp from the living room into the bathroom and hidden it in the tub!!!! I'm telling you....she's part dog!

So I went back and stamped all the tags and rewrapped the one gift I'd UNwrapped just to see if somehow I'd put the stamp IN the gift. I didn't get as much done as I wanted, but hey, at least I can't see those magazines anymore!!

Trees...Trees...There are More Trees!

I have been told I am a blog-a-holic. To this I say, true, but there are worse kinds of a "holic" that I could be, so if blog is as bad as it gets - I'm doing pretty well.

Anyway, I had a request for my tree pictures, so here they are...some of them.

Let me explain. I grew up in a normal home where the family had ONE tree in a central location. I am aware that life should still function that way. But along the path, I encountered Lynette. She is the secretary in our office and she LOVES Christmas trees. I think she has nine in her house this year. She wraps each branch of each tree with lights - it's not uncommon for her to have 1300 lights on one tree. And from her I've caught the tree fever.

Which is why I have five in my house.

Gulp.

I only have three pictures because one turned out really dark and the other one has a couple of finishing touches before it is picture-worthy. So for now, I present three trees.

This is the little tree in my office. It's just a little foot and a half Charlie Brown hodge podge tree. I have on it the ornaments I've collected over the years...Baby's First Christmas...Scrapbooking Pals...#1 Babysitter...Princess...one from the piano teacher...that sort of thing. I put the multi-colored lights on it because that's the way our tree always was when I grew up and I wanted to pay tribute to that!

This is the tree in my dining room. It's about four feet tall and it's my Americana tree. My dining room is decorated in Americana "stuff" and so I had make the tree match. White lights, red and blue ornaments, and very fun red and silver twisty rope garland.

And THIS is the living room tree. The seven foot tree that Braeya sent crashing to the floor when I wasn't looking. You can't really tell here because it's so "lit" but it's a Victorian tree - all kinds of old fashioned ornaments and gold trumpets and French Horns and little tufts of gold bows. (And about six really old magazines propping it up so that she doesn't get the best of it again!!)

I have more pictures to post - but to try to pacify everyone, I'll do them later.

Sunday, December 3, 2006

I’ve had a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit this year. I went through all the motions. I picked my card design this summer and had all of them made by mid-November. I wrote my Christmas letter in October, and the whole card project was complete before Thanksgiving (including signing and addressing). I planned a few parties, signed up to attend a few more, made my shopping list, and even spent three days decorating the whole house, complete with five trees. I’ve listened to Christmas music at work and in the car, and I’ve begun taking in as many Hallmark and Lifetime made-for-TV-Christmas-movies as I can stomach.

And still…blah.

I thought maybe it was the single bug biting. Sending in an RSVP for one at parties and signing one little name on a card can eventually get the best of even the most spirited Christmas lover. Collapsing on the bed after lugging around an entire attic of Christmas boxes alone can give a rather painful reminder that no one is around to help. And while I do my best to not dwell on that (and usually succeed) – it can worm its way in now and then.

So last week as I did the same old same old at my desk sometime between 8 and 5, I heard a radio spot by one of the ladies on staff at Proverbs 31 Ministries. She talked about a woman who incorporated a daily advent reading into her first Christmas together with her husband. Aside from the memories of her first Christmas as a married woman, she always cherished that extra measure of worship she incorporated through that reading.

Hmmm…Advent. More than just an extra ten minutes in Sunday morning’s service while someone in a bathrobe and a towel tied around his head lights a candle? More than just a piece of chocolate hiding behind a cardboard number?

I decided that maybe Advent is just what I need. Not the bathrobe and towel version…not the chocolate version. A study version. I have committed to spending at least ½ hour – and much more than that if I can – in extra Bible study for these 25 days. I’m doing a little writing project that you might see more of later.

I’m only 3 days in, and I have to say that the Spirit has arrived. I’m thoroughly enjoying Christmas! In fact, I can’t wait to sit down each day and think over my designated Scripture and see what new things I can learn! And I am learning. God always points the spotlight on something new in even the most familiar story – if you’re willing to sit long enough to look for it.

Last weekend, on my way up north, I listened to a new CD, courtesy of my friend, Marie. She has introduced me to the music of Todd Agnew – and this year he released his first Christmas CD. One song in particular made me cry, because it put Joseph in a light I’ve not seen him in before. And this is what has allowed me to look at Advent the way I am this year.

The song is called "This is All I Have to Give" and it shares a list of things that perhaps Joseph had dreamed he could give his son - and then his Son ended up being a Child he couldn't even fully understand.

We’re all Josephs of sorts. We sit around and feel like we don’t have much to offer – but He’ll take whatever we do have to offer and count it a gift. We don’t have to understand it – we just have to be willing.

And if you haven't heard the Todd CD, it's called Do You See What I See? Definitely worth checking out!!!

Recovering!!

Watch out...Dad is on the road again. Friday he received his clearance to drive. I called their cell phone on my lunch hour to see if he'd gotten his keys back and Mom answered. I could hear Dad hollering at the drive through lady (I think he thinks she has to hear him from his window to hers...not through that nifty little intercom), so I knew he was back in the driver's seat!!

He continues to recover - and I'm quite sure he continues to do more than he should. It's the Freelan way. We had a festive little bout with wind here on Friday, so today he and Mom were headed outside to dig icicle lights out of the gutter. I'm so sure that was not on his list of doctor-approved activities. Come to think of it, I bet Mom stands around and points at the paper to Dad like I did with Braeya after her surgery. The two rebellious patients and the two follow-the-rules caretakers.

The picture is from Thanksgiving. I was trying to show him how to do a self-portrait, but it came out looking more like a bad still from a helmet-cam. Oh well.

Braeya Just Being a Blessing (eyeroll)

So I'm a little behind on the pictures...sorry!!!

Braeya decided to be quite the helper with the Christmas trees. The first tree I put up was the red white and blue one in the dining room. It's just a little 4 foot tree - not a huge one. Anyway, I think she thought it was done expressly for her...I've found a few of the ornaments in the scrapbook closet. I think she intends to relocate them one by one throughout the month of December and see how long it takes me to notice that they're gone!!!!!

The other picture is from the weekend when I tried to get her to like the cat carrier so she would not fight me on the return trip to the vet. Unfortunately Kaegan was the one who climbed in, and she just took advantage of an opportunity to torture him!! You can see how she amuses him so....