Christian Christmas Grinches ::: If the disciples were to rejoice when the Bridegroom was with them, surely we can do better than to be outraged sourpusses every year when we commemorate his coming.
I came across this poem a couple of weeks ago and have found it lingering in my thoughts ever since.
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1896)
We walk on starry fields of white
And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
We rarely offer praises.
We sigh for some supreme delight
To crown our lives with splendor
And quite ignore our daily store
Of pleasures sweet and tender.
Our cares are bold and push their way
Upon our thought and feeling.
They hang about us all the day,
Our time from pleasure stealing.
So unobtrusive many a joy
We pass by and forget it,
But worry strives to own our lives
And conquers if we let it.
There's not a day in all the year
But holds some hidden pleasure,
And looking back, joys oft appear
To brim the past's wide measure.
But blessings are like friends, I hold,
Who love and labor near us.
We ought to raise our notes of praise
While living hearts can hear us.
Full many a blessing wears the guise
Of worry or of trouble.
Farseeing is the soul and wise
Who knows the mask is double.
But he who has the faith and strength
To thank his God for sorrow
Has found a joy without alloy
To gladden every morrow.
We ought to make the moments notes
Of happy, glad Thanksgiving;
The hours and days a silent phrase
Of music we are living.
And so the theme should swell and grow
As weeks and months pass o'er us,
And rise sublime at this good time,
A grand Thanksgiving chorus.
I've been thinking lately about how I want to be still enough to take note of what the seasons look like in this place we're now living.
Since it's so different from where we've lived before.
And because there's no guarantee we will spend years watching the seasons change here.
One of my favorite things in this house is the high window in our bedroom that brings sun to our bed most of the day. Making it an even more tempting place to linger.
I'm curious to see if I love or hate this space come summertime.
But for now it's a great place to read a good book and warm up.
Autumn in the forest is not something I've ever taken note of before.
If I drive only a few minutes down the road there's streets lined with giant cottonwoods and maples…now starting to grow bare, but a week or two ago they were bright with all kinds of color.
The forest is different.
The streets are still lined with mostly green when you look up.
But if you look down there is a coppery blanket of pine needles everywhere. Inches deep at times.
They get caught in the trees as they fall and I can't help thinking that it looks a little bit like the trees are covered in ornaments with the spiny rust colored needles dangling from them.
It reminds me sometimes of icicles and sometimes of my mom's earrings.
We have some pretty exciting visitors almost every single day. No it's not a lawn ornament.
We've seen a couple of does with a young follower several times.
Today was our first time seeing a buck.
He was quickly named Bambi.
This is the mountain that the sun ducks behind… at about 3:30 in the afternoon.
The result is that we get almost two full hours of "dusk" before dark.
My brain is finally adjusting enough that I don't frantically run to start dinner when the sun sets because it makes me think I'm late.
In a strange way this state of almost dark before dark is growing on me.
I'm thankful for this time of year being our initiation into forest living.
It's left me charmed, and I feel like after several years of doing my best to tolerate this season, I am once again enamored with fall.
Let's Have a Talk about Emotional Modesty ::: We're made for connection. God just gives us boundaries for doing so because he wants what's truly best for us.
Let's Not Forget About Thanksgiving Season ::: When we take a moment to say “thank you,” we are finally able to see all we have been given.
How to not Miss Your Real Life Calling ::: We need the person of God more than we need the plan for our life.