This is the last Sunday in October. The weather is cooling. I love it for sleeping, because I love to pile on the puffy comforters and blankets. We’re supposed to be getting a very heavy wind/rain storm, but so far it’s quiet out there. One more week of Daylight Saving Time, which it truly wish would go to its eternal rest. Soon it will be Election Day.
I cannot urge you strongly enough to GO VOTE on Nov 6. Doing nothing is not acceptable. This is undoubtedly the most important mid-term election in our history, and whoever is behind the invasion from Central America has organized and timed it to hit our borders just in time for the election. No matter what President Trump does or does not do, the scavenger bird media will tear him to pieces. We need to pray for him. His position is anything but easy.
Okay, no more politics.
The other thing I’m thinking about is the approaching holidays. I love Thanksgiving. I’ve held it here most of the time, but my failing back has made it necessary for my daughter to step up a couple of times. She’s an amazing cook, and it’s no trouble to go there, believe me! I just feel a bit lost that this part of my life is slowly moving into other hands. You never think it’s going to happen to you.
My daughter always does the family Christmas, and again, it’s a wonderful treat. They decorate beautifully, and the meal deserves to be featured in some fancy cooking magazine 🙂
Still, as I think back over the Christmases of my life, I find myself, in one small corner of my heart, a little unwilling to let it go to the next generation.
Instead of being sad, though, I should instead be overwhelmingly thankful for all the wonderful holiday seasons of my 71 years, from the tinsel-covered Christmas tree of my childhood, to Christmases on the farm, to driving to South Carolina to be with my parents, or to Michigan to be with Terry’s—so many good memories, good times, good music, laughter, and activity.
Remember when everyone put tinsel on the tree? I guess it’s considered tacky these days, which I don’t understand at all. I thought it was magical, and I miss it.
Now, Terry and I are the old folks that the kids and grandkids come to see when they can. How did that happen? Where did the time go? And even more important, when did I become comfortable in this role?
Every season of life has its own special joys and good memories, from our first Christmas as a married couple to our first Christmas as parents to a man who is now 48 years old; three more babies to follow, one born very close to Christmas. I hope he never felt cheated. We always had his birthday just as we did with all the rest. Those were the busy years, the hard-working years, the challenging years of rearing kids and making ends meet.
And now we’re in what I like to think of as the reward years. Grandchildren are a wonderful reward. We love them all so much, and wish there weren’t so much distance between us.
These are quieter years. We have our house to ourselves most of the time, and I like that. But I also love it when it’s full of family.
Always, underlying the good times and the not -so-good times, has been our faith in God, and our dependence on Him through His Word, and prayer, and the preaching and teaching in our church. We have always tried, sometimes failed, to do what we believed was right in the eyes of God. We’ve had to learn to accept that we are not responsible for choices outside our realm of authority. Surprising, isn’t it, how hard it can be to accept that?
Well. There’s my ramble for today. I really must be getting old. This is the second time in a week that I’ve just kind of let whatever is in my brain come leaking out through my fingers 🙂