I’m not linking to Wordless Wednesdays, as it seems to be down. Anyone know what happened?
My contribution anyway…
Our Christmas card photo this year.
Wordless Wednesdays ??
I’m not ready for THAT!
So I get home from work tonight and my mom lets me know that “Joseph has a girlfriend.” So I go in and talk to Joseph who was taking a bath.
“I hear there’s a girl you like?”
“Yeah.”
“Joshua’s sister?”
“Yeah. Her name’s Jessica.” While my 6 year old gets progressively pink. “She doesn’t like me though.”
“But you like her?”
“I don’t know!” As he dunks under the water.
“How old is she?”
“I don’t know.”
“What grade is she in?”
“High School.”
Oy.
Yeah, I know
So, yes, I’m still here. I’m hashing some things out in my head about various things, and I’m not ready to hash them out loud yet. I also have an entry in the works that will be for both Word Goddess and Motherless. It’s going to take some thinking. So – be patient with me while I figure out where my head is at.
I know
I know I’ve been gone. I’m wrestling with some stuff in my head right now. For now I’ll leave you with this…
We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
— Joseph Campbell
Hm
Something sent to me, which I’m struggling with this year to remember.
On the radio this morning, I heard a story about a woman who was Christmas shopping with her two children. After many hours of looking at row after row of toys (and everything else imaginable), and after hours of hearing both her children asking for everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the elevator with her two children.
As they headed toward the elevator, she was feeling what so many of us feel during the Christmas holiday. The overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every open house, taste all the holiday food and treats, and get that perfect gift for every single person on our shopping list. Not to mention making sure we don’t forget anyone on our card list, and making sure we respond to everyone who sent us a card.
Finally the elevator doors opened and there was already a crowd in the elevator. She pushed her way into the elevator and dragged her two children in with her and all the bags of stuff.
When the doors closed she couldn’t take it anymore and stated, “Whoever stared this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up and shot.”
From the back of the elevator she heard a quiet, calm voice respond, “Don’t worry, we already crucified him.”
For the rest of the trip down in the elevator it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.
Don’t forget this year to keep the One Who started the whole Christmas thing in your every thought, deed, purchase, and word. If we all did it, just think of how different this whole world would be.
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