This space will be a bit quiet over the next two days. We will be busy and I doubt that I will get too near a computer. Maybe I will pick up some wifi with my iPod but who knows. The emphasis will be on getting these two married.
Tomorrow we must get the boy down to Saskatoon with all the necessary paperwork, clothing and such. And we have to leave very early since we also have to get Ronin to Saskatoon for a Dr’s appt. This little guy,
has an appointment at 9:30 am to see the surgeon wh will revise the surgery done previously on his hand and that takes place on Monday.
It is going to be a busy weekend. And then we move full throttle into the next week with all of its merry activity.
I am feeling like a silent retreat is going to be needed to recover!
It is much harder being church than just going to church.
The folks from the lab presented me and my partner each with a big tray of home made Chilean empanadas and some home made fresh salsa.
We had about half of them for supper tonight. MMmmn they were good.
Mind you I did have to go and brush my teeth before leaving for practice – the onion breath may just have been a bit much to breath on my friends at practice.
A wonderful change from the usual chocolates and cookies we get as treats.
This preaching gig (if one can call it a gig) has its rewards. It seems that if I speak my family lets me off from noon meal responsibilities. And lets me nap in the afternoon. Not bad. They don’t let me take a long nap or cook my meals after doing a good wisdom tooth extraction at the office.
Today we had a most delicious stew prepared by Rachelle. Venison, vegies and potatoes in a tomato based sauce. Very very good.
And a good nap is – well, always good. And after partying with my staff last night doubly good.
Yesterday we went on a sleigh ride with real horses in the absolutely freezing cold. We were all bundled up to an almost unrecognizable state. I am sorry I have no pictures of that!
I loved the smell of horse and the out of doors. It brought back memories of my dad. It was just the sort of thing he would have done and enjoyed. Funny how memories are triggered by smells and places.
These days where there is so much to ponder and reflect on, there seems so little time to do that. Each weekend has its full quota of parties added on to my already busy schedule. I am becoming quite tired and there is still much to do to get this house and home ready for Christmas. Tree decorating will be done, tourtiere made and maybe some baking this weekend.
I am the kind of person who needs quiet and lots of time to reflect on events. Most of the people around me don’t really understand that I don’t think. They have their own ways to prepare for the holiday and so we clash too often.
I need God’s gifts of love, patience and compassion if I am to reflect him at all. So, this is my morning prayer, God make me more like you today. Give me the gifts I need to make it through this day with grace.
In the seasons of Advent and Lent I find myself feeling a bit at odds with the frivolity of the season. (Not that Lent is exactly filled with mirth but it is hardly about getting stocked up on chocolate for the Easter bunny to deliver either.) As a culture we seem to jump from one event to the next without savoring any part of it – like draining a bottle of wine without holding it long enough in the mouth to appreciate its flavor, becoming drunk on the quantity we consume with no enjoyment of its richness. So, immediately one holiday is done the stores quickly remove all signs that it happened and gear up for the next selling opportunity.
Maybe if these seasons were only about Santa Claus and the Easter bunny it wouldn’t matter what big business did to stimulate us to buy candy and trinkets. But because these seasons hold such significant religious meaning for me I find myself wanting to withdraw from the glittery trappings of our consumerist world into an inward space sparsely adorned with things that have become symbols of where my heart is in these waiting days of Advent. A candle glows in the light of early morning as a symbol of God’s presence with me as I invite his Spirit to fill my day. The Advent ring of candles remind me weekly of expressions of hope, peace, joy and love that we ponder during the four weeks leading up to Christmas day. Some of the mournful tunes of Advent remind me of the longing of a heart for the arrival of a loved one long waited for, of my hopes waiting to be fulfilled and of the melancholy of a waiting heart.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not sad or depressed. The period of waiting gives me time for the preparation I need to do on the inside. I need the reminders of why we wait, why Christians devote this time to preparation and waiting and why it is good for my soul to stop and reflect before I jump into the celebration and joy of Christmas.
The celebration will come. My house will be full of children and grandchildren and their voices, of smells of baking and roasting turkey, the scent of the real tree, the delight of wrapping and unwrapping gifts, and the sounds of joyful Christmas music. But if my heart is not prepared for the coming of the King, a turkey and some mistletoe will not be able to fill my days with real joy.
These guys came home last night. It is good. Ronin is a toddler not a baby any more.