Dec. 26, 2007 A Special Gift
I am back! Well, I am back for a few moments. I just had to share something with you. There is a challenge at the HSB Company Porch to share about a special gift you received this year. I thought that this topic would be a wonderful way to bridge Christmas and the New Year!
I received so many wonderful gifts this year. I have several favorites, but my favorite gift was not a tangible one. My Wonderful Husband and I started a tradition a couple of Christmases ago. We take the children and a bunch of homemade goodies and sing Christmas carols to the firemen who are working on Christmas. We decided to expand our visits this year to include the paramedic station in our town.
They were our first stop yesterday morning. There were two gentlemen there just passing the time, waiting for a call when we showed up. The seven of us entered the little trailer and informed them that we were going to sing for them. They were so sweet to stand back and give us a "stage". As we broke into a verse of "Away In A Manger", these broad, tough men began to soften.
Our next song was "Silent Night". These two special men just melted. As their eyes glistened, I thought for sure that my voice would not hold out. We finished with "We Wish You A Merry Christmas". Darling Daughter Number Three handed them their muffins and we thanked them for the job that they do.
One of the gentlemen wiped his eyes, hugged and thanked me. He said this has never happened before. This was the most special Christmas gift that I received this year. It was free, but it was priceless. Just like Jesus. |
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Oct. 18, 2007 The Life and Times of Ticonderoga #2
My life began like the life of many others. One day I was a tree, the next I was not. I am not going to bore you with the details of my former life, though. I will begin with a time not too long before now. This time began in a brightly lit place next to several of my companions. We were tightly packed into our traveling compartment and I wondered where my life was leading from here. You know those moments where "the rubber meets the road", was this all I was created for?
The scenery began to change one day. To my life, any change was to be treasured. The jostling was not so comfortable but I was willing to bear it for the sake of adventure. As the world stopped rolling and we settled into place, I was concerned that life was going to be stagnant again. That was a short-lived concern, you see, I was chosen.
When I say "chosen" I mean singled out. I was picked from the crowd of others packed together and I was the one to be "used". Now, I will not say it was easy. I was quite dull from not being used so I needed constant "sharpening". That was not always pleasant, but I was okay with it. The chance to be used was all the reward I needed to withstand the pain of sharpening.
I was chosen to be used to create. I was chosen to tell stories. All of life was flowing from me. I was chosen to share thoughts and dreams, beautiful pictures and wonderings. My life was more than dullness and status quo. I was to be used to become more than a piece of wood.
With that "use" came change. I was no longer the same as I was. Each sharpening made less of me, but inside I knew that it was okay. I was leaving a legacy which was more than what I was or ever could become.
One day, I was laid aside. There was no more sharpening to be done. I had become complete. I had lead a full, long life of many adventures and I was tired, ready to be done. I am not gone, though. That legacy of being chosen and used can be seen today in all the different ways I was used. I am complete not because my life came to an end, but because of all the ways I was used.
This has been a challenge of the Home School Blogger Company Porch to write about a pencil. Hope you have enjoyed it. Click back and read about other pencils in the blog world. |
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