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I see that now for what it's worth

Sunday, November 29, 2015

HopeInk.com
So as some of y'all know, I am a regular contributor to my church blog.  A large-ish sort of publication that stands a 50/50 chance of me writing something I'm proud of or that could embarrass the you - know - what out of me once a week.  And really, I'm still surprised every time I see it published.  And then I laugh a little bit like I think a bank robber may, running away with a giant bag of money - knowing full well he doesn't deserve that giant bag of blessings.  

It's a blog - not so much about Christian things - as it is a blog by Christians who write about regular things.  Sort of a collection, if you will, of normal Dallas people, telling stories of our daily experiences as God believers trying to live out the call of Christ in our community.  

I am thankful to be a part of a church that teaches, not preaches.  A church that accepts, not rejects.  And a church that welcomes both our questions and doubts about faith as well as celebrates our professions thereof.  

So what made them invite me to be a contributor?  Who the heck knows.  But I'm both proud and humbled at the same time that they trust me to weekly share my brand of wit and wisdom with such a beautiful community of faith.  

And I love that I got to be the one to share my simple thoughts this past week on Thanksgiving day, the final post leading us into the season of Advent.  Here it is.... mostly a little storied detail about our day, but I also think a good introduction to this first week of Advent, the week of Hope.  The week that we don't wish and hope specific things for ourselves, but rather a time to invite and accept the Hope of God into our lives to do as he has planned.   Looking back on previous Thanksgivings of mine growing up, I had no idea the plans that lay in store for me.  But the hope of Christ prevailed.  Insert Hallelujah chorus here. 


  Thanksgiving so far....

Overheard this morning already are two things that stand out in my mind.  And I will commit them to my forever Thanksgiving memories due to their remarkable insight, though debatable if either was right or wrong.  But I applaud the declaration of both in all assuredness and confidence of manner. 

The first comment being this,... by my oldest, and shyest of fellas in the world in the art of giving compliments and/or general show of affection... He said, and I quote, "Mama, why does your hair look so good today?" 

And I could've taken that as an underhanded insult disguised as a compliment about my good hair day, really meaning that he thinks it looks good today because most days he thinks I look a mess.  But I didn't.  I did not, may I repeat.  I accepted the compliment, looked in the mirror to preserve an image of that very moment, and said, "I have no idea. Now take my picture so we can document my good hair for Thanksgivings yet to come." 

The second thing I heard today came from my youngest, in reference to both brothers, I believe, yelled out loudly in the middle of an XBOX football game, when he told his brothers that they have evil souls, or maybe it was that they have souls of darkness.  Anyway, it turned into a conversation of how his teacher is encouraging him to expand his vocabulary and he is simply practicing such on this fine Thanksgiving morning.  I love a good student always putting his lessons into practice. 

I was in the kitchen cooking everyone's requested favorites for the big meal, and David was waiting his turn for the oven as he is in charge of the turkey.   And we made it most of the way through the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, trying to commit to certain traditions that make this day each year somewhat unique from the others.  And I feel sure there will be some front yard football in our future, maybe some driveway basketball,  and everyone will sweat and add to my pile of holiday laundry that never ceases no matter what the calendar says. 

But today we're all here.  And I am more and more aware of how few of these days we have because of busy schedules and just the plain truth of growing up and out of our little family unit.  I see today with eyes that recognize change as a matter of fact, a simple truth, and a bit of sadness to see it moving toward us faster and faster as the kids grow up. 

But I am thankful for that little edge that knowing brings.  It allows me the vision of doing without.  And it gives me a beautiful appreciation of the now.  It's just the 5 of us this year, at home together.  I remember feeling sad about something my mom always said to me about our holidays growing up.  I never had a single childhood holiday with just our immediate family.  She thought of that as us just sitting around bored and staring at each other.  Yes, that was really said.  And that thought hurt.  It hurt to hear that our together wasn't special enough for a holiday.  It hurt to know that my company wasn't enough.  So we gathered in larger places with distant relatives that we saw once or twice a year, to fill the day, not celebrate the day.   

I see that now for what it's worth.  It became a good lesson for me to hold the ones that I am most thankful for, closer than I hold anyone else.  And in the middle of that holding and keeping, to make room for others that need to be held, too.  Yes, it's just the five of us here today.  But more than anything I'm thankful for enough love to go around for as many people as wish to show up. 


Blessings to you this Thanksgiving weekend as we close the door on the festivities of one celebration, and step into hope, awaiting the light of the world.   

1 comment:

  1. Excellent! It is good to have peace & contentment in the midst of LIFE!!
    We are proud of you & your insight

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