Monday, December 31, 2007

Happy New Year!!!!!

We are looking forward to 2008 and here's hoping it brings
things that will make us look to the future,
things that assure us of our present,
and things that cause us to rejoice in the past!
Happy New Year!

Monday, December 24, 2007

Christmas past........

It’s Christmas Eve, the first Christmas Eve and subsequent Christmas Day that we have spent without both of our children here at home.
Mothers my age have to go on memories, because the future is uncertain, and the present is, well, the present, and therefore, what it is. But the past is ahh, the past.
Tomorrow morning when Roger and I sleep in, and rise to a leisurely day of resting, and napping, we will remember the fun times past of Christmas with the excitement, and fun of children in the house, and the anticipation that came with Christmas morning. The time Grandpa and Grandma Roseberry drove up from Oxford sooooo early in the morning that they woke US up with a bang on the front door all because Nic had groaned about knowing that when Grandma and Grandpa usually came for Christmas, “we have to wait to open presents till they get here”. Grandpa decided to surprise us all by being right behind St. Nick in arriving at the crack of dawn to surprise and laughter, and the opening of presents early.
We have wonderful memories to look back on. Many wonderful Christmas’s with both the kids at home, and all that it entails. Christmas’s when we went to the Grandparents, and spent time with Aunts and Uncles and cousins. The experiences are many and varied, but I believe all wonderful.
Many are the wonderful memories, and we look so forward to the years ahead when we will make many more.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

The Snow Drift Outside My WIndow

There is a blizzard raging outside. Just ask me, I had to go out and clean off my car. Blinding, and it has been doing this since 9 a.m. this morning. We celebrated Christmas today, two days early, because Audrey and Ryan will be with his family this year. The weather is, if not perfect, the ideal day to celebrate Christmas.
There is this wonderful snow drift outside me office window, coming off the retaining wall. it appears to be floating over the edge. What is holding it up, I have no idea. I am sure there is some meta-physical explanation for it, but I don't care. When I showed it to Rog, I asked, "What holds it up there?" He responded he didn't know and walked away. I however stood there and looked at it, and took a picture to remind me of something I realized.
I admire people who spend thier lives dealing with infirmaties, hardships, and heartaches, and don't seem to be phased by it. I wonder sometimes what and how they do it. What keeps them going, getting out of bed every day to face the same things; i.e. "What holds them up?"
Many times when you ask them, they will convey a sense of "going on" that just seems to be in them. Others speak of God and a profound faith that enables them to endure. As I stood looking at the drift, and wondering what "holds it up", I realized the same thing that holds them up. The structure of who they are enables them to stand strong against the gravity of the situation, and many times who they are is defined by giving credit to God and his love for them.
I have people tell me a lot that I am "a saint" the way I care for my mother--hardly, if they knew of the discouragement that hits me some days, and the resentmentt that goes along with it, they wouldn't be nearly impressed, but I do "hold up", because I firmly believe that this is what God wants me to do and He enables me to do it. I know I certainly couldn't do it under my own strength. Someday, looking back I will probably realize the "gravity" of the situation and realize even more that I didn't do anything in my own strength, but by the strength of the Spirit within me.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007


Walk fast in snow,
In frost walk slow,
And still as you go,
Tread on your toe.
When frost and snow are both together
Sit by the fire and spare shoe leather.

As you can tell by our profile, we live in Kansas, and unless you are on another planet, never turn on your t.v. or radio, you will know that Kansas has been slammed along with Oklahoma with an ice storm of terrible proportions.
We have been fortunate, we haven't lost electricity, but travel has been limited, and sunshine has been non-existant; something I need desperatly this time of year, so I notice.
I thought I would include some of the wintery shots to make you feel warmer and grateful for whatever weather you are having right now; I hope it is NOTHING like this.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

"run three yards fall down, run three yards fall down...."

I watched football with my husband last night. (well, o.k., during commercials from another show I had been watching; I had the remote)
Roger and I have, for over 30 years, spent most of our evening sitting together watching programs on TV. We consider this our together time. The work day is over for him, dinner is over, the kitchen cleaned up, and we sit, together, watching, and remembering the things we want to tell each other from the day. Small talk; we find this relaxing.
I can watch football for so long, thinking that I know what is going on, then something happens, I make a comment, get a weird look, that basically says, “honey, you don’t know what you are talking about.”, then quietly get up and leave the room, leaving him to watch alone.
He tries to bait me to come back and watch TV with him by switching to something he thinks I might like on commercials (he will have the remote this time), but it usually doesn’t happen.
I simply don’t get it. I realized while I was sitting there that I was stiff as a board, and tense, and well—bored.
I have watched football all my life on different occasions, and I simply don’t understand it or the point of it. I know skill, athleticism, camaraderie, team work, money, money, money.
I have tried my best to understand it, 4th down, sacking the quarterback—I do get the touchdown part. I have even tried asking questions, which don’t seem to be received or appreciated during the game.
My daughter Audrey understands football, loves to watch it and is a huge Packers fan (she even has a cheese head)
Last night I actually found myself laughing at the things that happened to these guys (maybe it was the tension), and not always at an appropriate time.
I say all this to say that I am preparing myself for bowl games, and the ultimate football game—SUPERBOWL—spare me please!!! In the meantime, I’ll get a lot of other things done, and enjoy being bribed by my husband to join him in front of the T.V.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

..of tinsel and spider webs....

Our family has always enjoyed legends and stories. Here is one of our Christmas favorites.

When Joseph and Mary & Jesus were on thier way to Egypt, the story runs, as the evening came they were weary, and they sought refuge in a cave. It was very cold, so cold that the ground was white with hoar frost.
A little spider saw the little baby Jesus, and he wished so much that he could do something for him to keep him warm in the cold night. He decided to do the only thing he could do, to spin his web across the entrance of the cave, to make, as it were, a curtain there.
Along the path there came a detachment of Herod's soldiers, seeking for children to kill to carry out Herod's bloodthirsty order. When they came to the cave, they were about to burst in to search it, to see if anyone was hiding there, but their captian noticed the spiders's web.--It was streatched right across the entrance to the cave.
"Look," he asid, "at the spider's web there. It is quite unbroken and there cannot possibly be anyone in the cave, for anyone entering the cave would certainly have torn the web."
So the soldiers passed on, and left the holy family in peace because a little spider had spun his web across the entrance to the cave.
And that, so they say, is why to this day we put tinsel on our Christmas trees, for the glittering tinsel streamers stand for the spiders web, white with the hoar frost, stretched across the cave on the way to Egypt. It is a a lovely story, and this much, at least, is true, that no gift which Jesus receives is ever forgotten.
-William Barclay-