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Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Here We Come A-Caroling

With all the struggles and drama that has been going on in our lives recently, I’ve had a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit; so much so that I’ve re-named myself “Lady Scrooge.” Several times, I had logged in to write a new post for this blog, but everything that came out of the keyboard was bitter or negative or angry or depressing. And I just couldn’t subject my loyal readers (all two of you) to that kind of reading material. However, things have gotten a “little” bit better and I’ve finally mustered up the courage (and restraint) to write a nice little Christmas post.

Ever since I was a little girl, I have always enjoyed going Christmas caroling. Sometimes we would go more than once within the season – through a couple neighborhoods, the nursing home, and the hospital. I have always loved music and always loved the beauty and celebratory nature of Christmas hymns. Plus, caroling always seemed like a way to be transported back into time, when streets and town squares were filled with music and when there was more of a sense of community and goodwill. Not to mention it was the one time of the year where you could share the good news of Jesus without someone accusing you of not being politically correct or saying that you were offending them. There’s just something about a Christmas carol that makes people smile, regardless of their background or beliefs.

When I got older, our church stopped caroling (a long story) and I really missed it. But then came high school and I made a friend whose family had a big caroling party. Every year, all his friends, and all his siblings and their friends, would carol around the neighborhood, then we’d all pack into their big warm house for tasty homemade baked goods: gingersnaps, pumpkin bread, banana bread, sugar cookies, fudge and hot chocolate – as well as more singing to the accompaniment of their piano. When they moved away, and Christmas rolled around, I really missed those parties. I hadn’t gone caroling since then.

So, suffice it to say, last year when our new church announced there would be a caroling party, I was ecstatic. We went again this year and it was truly the only time this holiday season, where my heart felt light and I truly felt in the spirit of the season. It’s one thing to just wish someone a merry Christmas. It’s an even stronger sentiment when you sing it to them.

The ironic part of this whole story is – I can’t sing well at all. I couldn’t carry a note in a bucket if my life depended on it. So I make sure to stand in the back and not sing too loud. But I enjoy it all the same, talent or not.

What’s your favorite caroling song? Let me know in the Comments section. (I like O Come All Ye Faithful, Carol of the Bells and We Wish You a Merry Christmas.)

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Happy Birthday to my Husband!


Excuse my sugary-sweet moment, but I just had to give a "happy birthday" shout-out to my sweet, loving, patient, funny, intelligent, talented husband! I'm looking forward to celebrating many more happy years with you! Hey everyone - if you have a free minute and are so inclined, hop on over to his blog and wish him a happy birthday!

Monday, December 04, 2006

'Tis the Season

In light of our recent home burglary, this comic strip was especially funny to me. Enjoy!


Friday, December 01, 2006

A Little Perspective...

"Pleasures are but for a moment.
Suffering is but for a moment.
All that matters is that which is eternal."

So, we were victims of a home burglary over the holiday weekend. For a more detailed description of what happened, jump on over to Shawn's website.

I opened my blog earlier this week, thinking I would write a new post, to take my mind off things. When I saw my previous, thanksgiving post, it certainly was prophetic. None of the items that were stolen, were on my list of things I was thankful for. Interesting...and true, I can live without the things that were taken. They were just things. (That doesn't mean I don't feel violated, angry and scared, by the way.)

Everything we have is on loan from God, even the air we breathe. Does he want us to enjoy the things He's blessed us with? Yes, definitely. Does he want us to set our hearts on those things? No. This whole experience has been an interesting journey for me and has just reinforced the things that I already knew. When I feel up to it, I may write more about it. But for now, I'm just trying to focus on the fact that I'm safe, Shawn's safe and God's in control. That's all that matters.