Thinking of You ~ Wishing You Well ~ and many more!

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Have you received a card or note that has been handwritten? If so, I hope you felt the love that went into it. Every year since we have been married my hubby gets a birthday card with a handwritten message in it from his grandmother. They almost all start the same way: “I remember the night you were born …” These cards have been a treasure for my hubby and for me also. Through the years I learned family tales and stories and traditions were passed on.

A few years ago I did what almost every one I know does on a daily basis. I walked out to my mailbox and picked up the mail. Every day I would get excited anticipating something addressed to me. Maybe I would get an announcement from my favorite nail salon, or a great coupon for a local restaurant, or a postcard from a family member, or a “Thinking of You” card from a friend or maybe … just maybe …a hand-written multi-page letter from a friend!!!

What I found was the same old thing.There was a couple of free magazines, a few odd advertisements addressed to “Postal Customer”, and bills! The only thing that even remotely looked like a personal letter was …

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Pass me the Fruitcake!

Happy National Fruitcake Day! Yes – today is another holiday of the yuletide season. Albeit ~ a rather strange one from my perspective. And although many people may agree that there are a few fruitcakes in congress, this one is not an official “National” holiday. For it to be one it would require an act of congress… (I’m not commenting on this!) 😉

So, you may be asking yourself, just what is this stuff? Does it really exist? And if it does, does anyone ever really eat it? How to discern this holiday treat from the other mounds of foods presented on that laden holiday table? Here is a list of some of the most well-known characteristics:

  1. It weighs a ton.
  2. You usually only see it around Christmas.
  3. Once it is made, it’s pretty indestructible.
  4. It seems to last forever.
  5. You look upon it and wonder…If I eat it, what will it do to me?
  6. Maybe the better question …is it even edible?
  7. Finally, those of us in the “older” generation know it all too well. But younger generations will often mistake it as a holiday door stop. 

If it fits this description, then it certainly must be a…..Fruitcake!!!

Wiki says: In Great Grandma’s day, fruitcakes were as popular during the Christmas season, as ribbon candy. Okay, you don’t know about ribbon candy either, huh!?! Well, as the Christmas holiday neared, Grandma went to work in the kitchen. She lovingly took out all the dried fruits and nuts that she had so painstakingly harvested and dried during the summer months. These precious and sought after fruits, and lord knows what Continue reading

Christmas is more than a day. It’s more than a season.

Is your Christmas over? For many of us, it is. Plans are being made to pack away the trimmings and the gifts and t o have life go back to “normal”,  whatever that may look like. But this year I want to remember that Christmas is more than a day. It’s more than a season. It’s a way of living and loving overs.
So, join me and let’s … keep singing those carols, re-reading those Christmas stories and continue to give good gifts.

Every day you will meet someone who needs to hear about a child that has been born to the world:

Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King,
peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcile.
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
join the triumph of the skies;
with the angelic host proclaim,
‘Christ is born in Bethlehem’
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King.

Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
late in time behold him come,
offspring of a virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
hail, the incarnate deity,
pleased as Man with to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel!
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King.

Hail, the heaven-born Prince of peace!
Hail the Son of righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
risen with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
born that man no more may die,
born to raise the sons of earth,
born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King.

There are frightened, hurt, broken people in our neighborhoods and all over the world that need to hear the story of good news and joy:

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the Continue reading

10 Commandments of Christmas

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By: Anonymous

   “The following item appeared in a church newsletter and contains some good advice that will help us keep selfishness in check this Christmas:

  1. You shall not leave ‘Christ’ out of Christmas, making it ‘Xmas.’ To some, ‘X’ is unknown.
  2. You shall prepare your soul for Christmas. Spend not so much on gifts that your soul is forgotten.
  3. You shall not let Santa Claus replace Christ, thus robbing the day of its spiritual reality.
  4. You shall not burden the shop girl, the mailman, and the merchant with complaints and demands.
  5. You shall give yourself with your gift. This will increase its value a hundred fold, and the one who receives it shall treasure it forever.
  6. You shall not value gifts received by their cost. Even the least expensive may signify love, and that is more priceless than silver and gold.
  7. You shall not neglect the needy. Share your blessings with many who will go hungry and cold if you are Continue reading

All I Want for Christmas …

Do you remember Christmas without snow? I do! (and I lived next door to Santa Claus ~ more on this later…) How about a palm tree as your Christmas tree? Santa coming to your house in a convertible?

All I want for Christmas
is my two front teeth,
my two front teeth,
see my two front teeth.

Gee, if I could only
have my two front teeth,
then I could wish you
“Merry Christmas!”

I grew up in Ft. Myers, FL (went to high school at Cypress Lake ~ if anyone knows of it!!!) and I have some fond memories of that time. So, starting tomorrow, tune in here, check out those stories of teenage angst and the gifts that were ‘oh so important’ to a teen girls heart. ❤

In the meantime, be thinking about your favorite Christmas gift you received as a teenager (or the one you are still waiting to have Santa bring to you!) and let’s share our stories this holiday season. 😀

An Advent Lesson ~ of Repentance and Grace

Unchopping A Tree

Start with the leaves, the small twigs, and the nests that have been shaken, ripped, or broken off by the fall; these must be gathered and attached once again to their respective places. It is not arduous work, unless major limbs have been smashed or mutilated. If the fall was carefully and correctly planned, the chances of anything of the kind happening will have been reduced. Again, much depends upon the size, age, shape, and species of the tree. Still, you will be lucky if you can get through this stage without having to use machinery. Even in the best of circumstances it is a labor that will make you wish often that you had won the favor of the universe of ants, the empire of mice, or at least a local tribe of squirrels, and could enlist their labors and their talents. But no, they leave you to it. They have learned, with time. This is men’s work. It goes without saying that if the tree was hollow in whole or in part, and contained old nests of bird or mammal or insect, or hoards of nuts or such structures as wasps or bees build for their survival, the contents will have to repaired where necessary, and reassembled, insofar as possible, in their original order, including the shells of nuts already opened. With spider’s webs you must simply do the best you can. We do not have the spider’s weaving equipment, nor any substitute for the leaf’s living bond with its point of attachment and nourishment. It is even harder to simulate the latter when the leaves have once become dry–as they are bound to do, for this is not the labor of a moment, Also it hardly needs saying that this the time fro repairing any neighboring trees or bushes or other growth that might have been damaged by the fall. The same rules apply. Where neighboring tree were of the same species it is difficult not to waste time conveying a detached leaf back to the wrong tree. Practice, practice. Put your hope in that.

Now the tackle must be put into place, or the scaffolding, depending on the surroundings and the dimension of the tree. It is ticklish work. Almost always it involves, in itself, further damage to the area, which will have to be corrected later. But, as you’ve heard, it can’t be helped. And care now is likely to save you considerable trouble Continue reading

The Thing I Value Most in Life

For my family, for my friends, for every person who has offered me a word of encouragement or an ear to listen, for those of you who read or comment on this blog, for each person who lifts a word of prayer for another person who is struggling today … Thanks for Your time. May you be blessed as I have, 

Thanks for Your Time!

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.”

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had Continue reading