It is Christmas. My family has been gracious to me over the last few days as I've spent most of my time laid up on the couch, sick with the flu. I've not been this sick in a very long time but today I feel more like myself. My husband is good to me and willingly picks up the slack but it feels good to be able to wash up a sink of dishes and take care of the chickens.
My Christmas preparations took a backseat to just getting healthy again. The cinnamon rolls came from a pop open can. The veggie tray and Chex mix didn't happen. As it turns out, these things really only matter to me. Simplicity is the name of the game and everyone is content.
Let's repeat the mantra "Christmas is not about the presents" while I tell you how my guys spoiled me so. I received a generous gift card to a clothing store from my youngest son. He rode his bike downtown to purchase the gift card by himself. Selfless. I also received fuzzy socks and my favorite dark chocolate truffles.
My coffee will be sipped in style with my new mug that says "there is not enough coffee in the world to make me a morning person". Can I get an amen?
My husband got me one of those new casserole crockpots and I'm super excited to get to using it. Actually, I'm going to use it today for scalloped potatoes for our Christmas dinner, along with ham and brussel sprouts. And it will come in very handy with the potlucks we do every Sunday at church.
Also gifted to me: my favorite novel. I look forward to reading it again and again. Holding the weight of the book in my hands, the words like familiar friends speaking to my heart.
"Christmas is not about the presents"
We have a friend that is a photographer. While at his home recently, he shared with me a beautiful photo he had taken. He was able to capture the beauty of an aged white rose among rust colored fall leaves, the light playing off them. I saw something more in the photo, prevailing beauty through pain, a theme that has resonated with me over the last year. Our friend gave me a large print of the photo, ready to frame and display. I feel honored that he would give me something as personal as his artwork.
Along the same lines of generosity I feel like I should mention my employer. I feel very blessed to work for this Christian woman. She cares for each individual employee as a human being, not just a means to a fiscal end. We were all spoiled at our recent Christmas party where my husband and I feasted on prime rib. I was given a generous bonus inside a Christmas card with a personal handwritten note. I'm thankful because I know that she is an exception rather than the "norm" as far as bosses go.
So, bottom line is: I'm grateful. The people around me are generous, thoughtful individuals. They allow me to see beautiful kindness that acts as a balm in a weary world. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
And, Merry Christmas.
I love the cover of your new book! I read the Book Thief only once; perhaps I should pick it up again soon. How did you like the movie? (I haven't watched it yet) I'm sorry you were sick and hope that very soon you will be up with energy. Glad your family took care of you and gave grace. We ate the cinnamon rolls that pop for Christmas Eve snacking and we loved them (its a tradition). A grateful heart is a happy heart and I love your last paragraph. Merry Christmas dear heart!
ReplyDeletethe flu?? Oh no! I hope that's long behind you by now. I need your coffee mug, I share the same sentiments about coffee!
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