December

The weather was nice today. Like 75 degrees. On December 11.  It’s hard to remember Christmas is 2 weeks away when I don’t even need long sleeves and the thermostat in the car wants to turn on the air conditioner (although my friends in Australia would think it is chilly for this time of year.)

It’s easy to remember it’s December when I look at my calendar. On top of my regular work, medical appointments and handbell rehearsals, I am running lights and sound for a Christmas play, have a couple extra tech shifts at the church for special programs, and am playing in the handbell choir for 2 services on Christmas Eve. Whew!

If you are anything like me (and half the general population) it’s easy to meet yourself coming and going in December. I (and the aforementioned general population) also have to consciously carve out time for prayer, relaxation, meditation, or whatever you to do keep yourself centered and sane.

No matter what keeps you busy this time of year, make sure to spend quality time with those you love, and to take that time for yourself. Don’t get so caught up in the busy-ness of the shopping, decorating , cooking and celebrating that you find yourself exhausted before the holiday arrives.

Well, the play is starting. Catch you later. After some quiet time.

 

Advertisements

What just happened?

My son is at church. Preaching. I just can’t wrap my head around this. My baby boy is sharing words that God put on his heart. In public.

He seemed to have a special connection with my dad, but I thought is was just because they shared the same chronic illness. I couldn’t have imagined years ago that he would be following in Grandpa’s footsteps. I know this may not be a vocational choice, but I am convinced God gave him the gift of spoken word.

He has been working on this all week. He asked me enough questions I know he was trying to be accurate in his Biblical references. I got to hear him practice a couple times, and I have to say I was impressed. Not only with the message, but with his improvement in a couple days. I admire his openness. I don’t know too many young men with that kind of insight, let alone the nerve to say it to a room full of people.

I don’t know exactly what God has planned for him, but I know it is something special.

Fire in the hole

A lot of my friends and family know that a family in my neighborhood had a house fire Monday night. OK, technically it was eeeeaaarly Tuesday morning.  But I hadn’t slept yet, so it was still Monday.

We are friends with this family. We go to the same church, our kids are friends, and we see each other sometimes at community events. We know each other well enough to trust each other with our kids, so naturally they knocked on our door at 1:00 in their pajamas. (Don’t your friends do that?) Little brother was actually wearing just his Spiderman undies, carrying his blanket. The kids ended up spending the night with us, and I was glad to do it. This family didn’t know what condition their home would be in, the least I could do was take in the kids. Fortunately the damage was minimal and should be repairable.

Growing up my biggest fear was a house fire. Maybe because of the stupid movies they always played during fire prevention week. Apparently they were designed to scare you into making an escape plan and other preparations. This was before too many people had smoke detectors. Monday was the closest I have actually come to a house fire, and it was close enough. Even after taking a shower and changing clothes, I still smelled like smoke on Tuesday. It’s no surprise the firefighters told my friend that simply washing their clothes wouldn’t get out the smell.

When you are in crisis mode, most people don’t do a lot of deep philosophical meditation, so it wasn’t until Tuesday that I stopped to think about how God laid things in place well before Monday. My kids are teenagers, but we happened to have a pint-sized tshirt in our “give away” area so Little Brother had something besides Spidey to wear. Not that it bothered him. We had considered moving over the summer, but didn’t. This meant we were close enough that mom didn’t have to worry about the kids. My son and I were both having trouble going to sleep, so we heard the knock on the door. My kids only attend school in the afternoons, so getting to bed a 3 am wasn’t a big problem. Our kids all knew each other, so Little Brother hardly knew anything was wrong. A few more examples came to mind, but my memory has a slow leak, so they are long gone.

I asked my friend what they need, and she didn’t know yet. I’ve been there, and it seems like I always think of something a half hour later. Fortunately she has lots of people willing and eager to help when she figures it out. And me? I’m thankful nobody was hurt and the damage wasn’t worse. And that most of the 2-3 dozen firemen were standing around with nothing to do.