Friday, November 26, 2010

REMEMBER

It's been a while since my last blog so I thought I'd share this tearful moment with you. Why tearful? I guess as we grow older our emotional buttons are pressed more easily, not a bad thing, just the way it is. I guess it's because we've experienced more of life than our younger counterparts and we hold things more dear than in our younger days. I've got to say that this morning thoughts of Christmas' past came welling up, great memories of family times, family members no longer with us, memories of our children when they weren't grown up with children of their own, seeing "new" children come into this world and how, with all these changes, holiday gatherings take on a whole different complexion. I'm not melancholy, just in touch with all that those memories bring. It goes without saying that life keeps changing. With that in mind I wrote the following a few minutes ago with the thought of including it in my Christmas letter:

A PROMISE KEPT, A PROMISE TRUE

It's Christmas time, a time of joy
For every girl and every boy.
The Christmas lights hang clear and bright
Preparing for that special night...

When family gathers 'round the tree
And watch each child unwrap with glee
Each present picked with love's delight
Anticipating Christmas night.

But where is He, the Christmas Child,
Born in a manger, meek and mild?
The reason that we gather here,
The Child that Mary held so near?

Did we forget God's promise kept,
The tears of joy that Mary wept?
Why do we think as we grow older
This sentiment each year grows colder:

"Oh, Christmas, it's for little ones!"
It's in our words, it's on our tongues
When we should share the love He brings
And set aside the Christmas "things."

And start anew our Christmas journey
Remembering that in God's great mercy
Christ was born for young and old
Now let His love your heart enfold.

Recall that night, the Savior's birth
How angels' song filled all the earth.
You, too, are there that Christmas morn,
The day that Babe was lowly born.

Think now of joy and celebration
And what it means for your salvation.
Rejoice and sing, His "child" are you,
His promise kept, His promise true!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

A LITTLE INSPIRATION

As you all know it's been a while since I blogged.  Guess life has crowded out this little blog with other things.  As some of you might know, I've become the Story Lady at church for the 3 & 4 year old Sunday School and, because I do a set of 4 illustrations every week to help tell the story, that project takes all week to complete.  Actually, it's kinda fun drawing again.  Didn't know if I still had it in me. So when this Sunday's story has been told, I'm already figuring out what drawings I'll be doing for next Sunday.  It's not that there aren't visual aids to pull from, it's that there are 60+ children sitting on the floor and nothing is big enough for them to see.  I also wanted to have some nice illustrations for next year. 
Anyway, my sister in Michigan has put me to shame, calling me weekly to read her latest poems to me, and I thought I'd better get back on the horse.  My husband and I made a big batch of chili this afternoon and it's been simmering since about three...and I just got to thinking about it...and...about life and...well, this little poem was the result.  Hope you like it.

ORDINARY
by Patty Lynn

When you say life is ordinary,
Nothing very special,
It's like that simple soup you make
That's boiling in the kettle.

What do you do? You add some spice,
Some seasoning so rare
And give that simple soup of yours
Some tender loving care.

And so is life, it's what you add
To ordinary--extra,
A loving word, a kindly deed,
These things, they will affect ya'.

For giving is its own reward,
And love, the tie that binds.
Give of yourself, expecting naught,
For in it you will find...

A heart that's full, a life well spent,
That's never ordinary.
For when you add that extra piece,
Now that's extra-ordinary!