Advent and Christmas

As a Christian, I appreciate the freedom I have to celebrate Jesus’ coming as a baby and His coming again as King.

In all I do, I want to honor Him. In my relationships, in my work, in my play and in my writing; I want to honor God: Father, Son, Holy Spirit. I fall short and need forgiveness. Thankfully, He forgives and doesn’t give up on me. I pray that His kingdom (light, life, love) come and His will (righteousness, justice, truth) is done on earth as it is in heaven.

But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Luke 2:10-11

Shadows

When I was little, my dad called me his little shadow. I liked to follow him around. He did such interesting things. He visited people in their homes and nursing homes sharing God’s word and prayer with folks. I tagged along as often as I could. When we visited Mrs. Christianson, I got cookies. At the nursing homes after he preached, he went around to each person and shook their hand, so I followed along and did the same. Oh, and when he got the oil changed in his car the mechanic gave me orange pop!

I didn’t realize I was learning to be a pastor from him. Years later when I served in local congregations, I made it a practice to visit people in their homes to encourage and pray for them. When I worked with youth I made time to be “with” them one-on-one when possible. I learned the relational aspects of ministry from my dad by being his little shadow.

I wonder what my grandchildren are learning from me?

It is Happening!

Look at the changes…

Daylight hours are fewer, temperatures are cooler, leaves are changing colors…it must be fall. The seasonal cycle continues. Events in our world might be unsettling, but the cycles of nature continue regardless.

Anniversaries and Birthdays

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Special occasions are just that…special.

The birthdays in our family come in clumps it seems.  There are several in the late summer and some in the winter/spring.  Each occasion is special and warrants a celebration.  These flowers and fudge came to the cabin to celebrate 36 years of marriage.  Indeed, something to celebrate!

Family Tradition

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Lily ponds and flowers were always a part of the landscaping wherever my folks lived.  It is a family tradition.  I have had flower gardens and water lilies where practical and now our daughter has a beautiful flower garden.  It was a happy site to see the first water lily of the season this morning.

Another Move

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Five years ago, I drove up to this house and said, “This is the one.”  We had been house-hunting for months.  The real estate agent and I went into the house and it was confirmed.  I knew we could like this house.  It had bright green exterior paint.  It had many other cosmetic needs on the inside, but we knew it was all fixable with some hard work and good taste!  Over the years we accomplished all the house needed to look great.

Now we have sold the house.  We are rehabbing the apartment attached to our kids’ house and we will finish moving into it as soon as closing day comes.

It is a new season in our lives.  Another move…another change…but, that is life.  At least it is my life.

Imagination

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I watched my grandson pretend fish the other day.  He had a nice long stick and water running in the little creek.  He was using his imagination.  It is fun to see the grands playing in their yard pretending different scenarios.  Their imaginations are working and they are outside having fun.

It reminds me of my childhood.  As I recall we were outside most of the time when there was no school.   We climbed trees and pretended to be Tarzan.  We straddled a fence and pretended to be riding horses.  We rode bike in the summer and sled down the street in the winter.  A snow bank, a fallen tree or anything thing available was used as a “stage” for imaginary play.

I am thankful I still get to use my imagination in my writing.  Some things I write come from research, some from life experience and a whole lot from my imagination.