As most of you know, I’ve been pretty much housebound for the last 2 1/2 months because of my ancient and crumbling back. Last Sunday morning was the first time I ventured out to church in all that time. Last night a sweet friend who lives nearby was so kind as to drive me to the annual women’s Christmas fellowship. This is always a delightful gathering, and last night was no exception.
My daughter was the hostess. She always decorates her home beautifully at Christmas, so it was the perfect setting. There were maybe 35 or so women there. We sang, enjoyed a gift exchange of Christmas mugs. We were blessed to hear a missionary speak to us about how to talk to others about the Lord. We had yummy cookies and cocoa, coffee, or tea.
And we had lots of fellowship. I was enjoying talking with a couple of other women, but at the same time, I was observing little groups scattered throughout the family room, kitchen, and front living room/dining room area, all visiting, laughing, and enjoying each other. Sometimes the conversations were serious, too.
One thing I’m sure of: No one was engaged in gossip or complaining. It was a totally upbeat gathering, women seeking out the friendship and companionship of other women.
Many welcomed me from my long exile, and expressed that they were praying for me and would continue to do so through my January surgery.
God’s Word tells us that where two or three are gathered together in His name, He is there. His presence was definitely there last night.
So I had to say goodbye to two of my sons and their families. Again.
Ken and his family left on Saturday morning, after tearful hugs, assurances of love, wish you didn’t have to go. We did a repeat performance on Sunday morning with Mike’s family. As they filed out the door, I remembered all the times Terry and I said good bye to my mom and dad, or his, after a visit. Everyone tried to be cheerful. No one wanted to make it any worse than it really was. But I knew very well that when our car pulled out of their driveway and disappeared down their street, my mom would get very busy cleaning, and Dad would find a reason to go to his study. Terry’s mom would also deal with her tears in a frenzy of cleaning. His dad would most likely go down to his painting studio and putter, maybe working on a design for a new sign.
We hated the leaving, but we sure enjoyed the arriving. The trouble is, you make a trip like that with the knowledge that there will have to be a goodbye.
Sometimes I get very jealous of my friends whose families never moved out of the area.
That’s not the way it has turned out for us. Only one of our four children lives about 30 minutes away. I wish I knew my other grands as well as I know the ones we see regularly.
These wrenching goodbyes help me to understand my mom better, although I think I really did understand her pretty well. It’s just that the generations pass away, and suddenly you find that you are the grandparent standing at the door waving, tears rolling down your cheeks, as a carload of precious family members pulls out for their long drive home.
It seems impossible. I am the same age now as Mom was when Dad died. That still startles me when I think of it.
I find I’m thinking about time a lot more than I used to. When your children’s children are adults, or nearing adulthood, you yearn for more little ones to balance things out—and I suspect it won’t be terribly long before we become great grandparents, if the Lord tarries.
I guess I don’t really have an ending point here. Just sharing my thoughts and my heart as we wrap up this Christmas season. It’s been a good one, one of the best.
Just too short.
It always goes way too fast. We had a perfect day yesterday at my daughter’s house. She is an amazing cook, and presented us with a beautiful and delicious feast.
It was fun to hear the teens and younger kids at a table in another room, having so much fun together. All nine of my grandchildren together for Christmas happens only once in maybe three or four years, but they all seem to enjoy reconnecting.
Later, a family from our church joined us for dessert, and we enjoyed singing carols together. Lots of musical talent in our family and theirs.
My South Dakota crew left around 8:30 this morning. It’s always so hard to say goodbye. The Germany family will be up soon. They’re going to an Eagles game tonight, will come back here to sleep, and then journey through Virginia to South Carolina to see friends and then my daughter-in-law’s family.
I’ve done very little cooking this week. My South Dakota son is turning into quite a chef, and he treated us to some wonderful meals. I’ve been thoroughly spoiled.
It’s certainly been a Christmas to remember. We are thankful.
Merry Christmas to all my blogging friends, to all the readers who have blessed me with your faithfulness, to family and friends all over. May we not forget the reason for this day. Jesus is everything.
One of my sons who moved to California in September finally landed a job today after a four-month drought. This is a tremendous blessing, and I can’t even tell you how relieved we are.
He called it a Christmas miracle. I just think it was God’s timing, God’s way, because it turns out it’s the most perfect job he could have landed. Sometimes it’s very hard to wait on God’s best, but it always comes at exactly the time it was most needed. These four months have strengthened my son’s faith rather than cause him to give up in discouragement. And that’s an answer to prayer as well.
I’ll tell you something else that’s a Christmas miracle. Hearing the conversations all over the house with all my family home. Hearing the kids laughing. Right now they’re outdoors–it’s very warm here–playing hide and seek. Every now and then I see a flashlight beam. They’re having a blast. Enjoying the wonderful meal that Ken put on tonight with a little help from Mike and Janan. Looking forward to more fellowship tomorrow, and to the Christmas Eve service; then Christmas day itself. Hard to realize it will all be over in just three more days. I will treasure every moment.
God is good, all the time.
It’s late. I came in here to shut down the computer, and got the urge to write. Everyone besides Terry and me went out to Hershey today, and they’re not back yet. The house has been incredibly quiet after two days of lots of noise. Good noise.
Sure is nice to see my kids and grandkids. The grands are all growing up so fast! The oldest is 18 now, and the youngest is already six. You know, when you’re young you think you’ll never grow old, and the time seems plenty long enough. Now, however, it’s as if the sixty-eight years behind me were lived in a nano-second. Of course, my children who range from late 30’s to mid-40’s put the lie to that notion 🙂
We got news yesterday of the sudden death of the husband of a young friend who is only in her mid-30’s, with three children to rear. Another death of a young man in his early 40’s, leaving wife and at least one child. This kind of news leaves me just speechless, and heartbroken for these young women who never dreamed they would be widowed so early in life.
We all know that death is a part of life, but we don’t really expect it to be a part of OUR lives! At least, not until we’re so old that we don’t know a thing about it any more.
Be thankful for your spouse, your children, your grandchildren. Don’t ever take them for granted. We are not promised that our lives will be without loss and pain; only that God will be with us through the loss and pain. We do need to learn to cherish the moment.
So. I didn’t intend for this to be maudlin or preachy. Just putting down words as they form in my mind. I’m missing our son in California, who couldn’t be with us this year. He’d have so enjoyed picking on his big brothers again. Also missing his girlfriend, who flew to Slovakia to be with her parents over Christmas. She’s a sweet girl, and we’re enjoying her very much.
All right, that’s enough. It’s almost exactly ten o’clock, and if I’m not in bed before Ken and family get here, I’ll be up until midnight hearing all about their day 🙂 That will wait until tomorrow.
If I don’t stop in again before Friday, I wish you all a wonderful Christmas, and thank you for being loyal readers and friends.
And to all, a good night 🙂