Behind the Garden Walls
Dec. 30, 2007
A White Christmas
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I have fifteen minutes to write this entry. Usually I niggle over my entries, and niggle. It takes a while. But today, I must try to make the last month fit into fifteen minutes. The snow, the melting, the snow. The caroling at different homes, and nursing homes, the crowding of many merry carolers into our home afterward for fragrant spiced apple cider and hot cocoa and cookies. The colds, the fevers, the upset tummies. The cuddles that go along with sickness. The precious friends who sent Christmas greetings. Next year perhaps we will return them? The washer that broke and was fixed again. The pile of laundry is finally getting back to normal. The twins. Jonathan whose smile grows chubbier and Charity who can now balance her whole self on two tiny feet. The tree. The twins eyeing the tree as if eager to dismantle it and consume all of its little brightnesses. Benjamin. Talking well now, growing out of the chubbiness of toddlerhood, but still sturdy. Peace. Reading words here and there. Mercy. Devouring whole books as if she must make up for lost time. Verity. Making looms out of stiff paper and weaving. Bruce. Growing more and more pastoral. Me. Trying to manage all the myriad of details that are mine to manage and feeling very very inadequate to the task. The Nativity service at church, Christmas dinner with friends, a sleigh ride to look forward to this weekend. A new year, full of more changes, and more time to settle in to our new place in life. The changing, the settling. Wherever we live, wherever we go, our God dwells with us. God with us. What a precious comfort. |
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