I'm like a little kid. Since snow was predicted I Keep peeking out the window to See whether it has arrived. I don't understand my fixation With snow. I don't like driving in it, or Shoveling it, or even playing In it. But I delight in watching the flakes Flutter down to cover the ground. Yes! I see the lawn is coated now. The roofs are powdery and the Trees are frosted. It's a Currier and Ives scene for Sure. It's a light-the-fireplace day. With the bitter cold the white wintry Blanket will stay awhile. As a school girl I hoped for them. As a teacher I prayed for them. And as a stay at home grandma I Still love those snow days. |
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The funeral was today, a
Bitter one at that with frigid Temperatures. Bill was Jack's best buddy, and they had Decided that when one of them died the Other would speak at his funeral. Since he spoke at Jack's memorial service I wanted to say a few words at Bill's. I told the people sitting in the pews that The two of them fished together, prayed Together and laughed until they nearly Collapsed. It was hard for me to speak. I was surprised at how deeply Bill's Death affected me, I guess because I can't think of him Without thinking of Jack. My heart aches for his widow. I told her that I'm glad our guys are Together again but that our hearts are So empty. And I told her that when the Numbness wears off, the real grief Will begin, But that no matter how bad it gets Jesus Will bear it with her. As I was driving to the service today I Recalled several widows who had been so Dependent on their mates that I Wondered how they could possibly function Without them, and yet, they surprised me. With God's help they displayed unusual Strength. They were overcomers. I believe Joan will be one of them. Like other rational people, I'm
Appalled by the multitude of Sexual predators coming to light and I'm glad they are being Exposed. But I'm also appalled by the Sordid entertainment that Bombards our society, that Not only condones the Debauchery we decry, but Glorifies it. What hypocrisy! We are reaping what we have sown. If we all stood up and Cried, "Enough!" we could Make a difference. Life isn't intended to be passive or
Stagnant. It's a pilgrimage. I'm traveling in alien territory not Putting down stakes, but heading Homeward. Life is a race. I push ahead to complete my Course at all costs. Life is a battle. I'm engaged in spiritual Warfare, and because of Who my Commander is, the One I'm Following, Retreat is not an option. Christmas Day had been a grand
Success, but it was over. As I tidied up the kitchen I Determined that someone should Write a song, not "I'll Be Home for Christmas," but "Being Alone When Everyone Is Gone." It doesn't get easier. Suddenly I realized the song I Needed had already been written. And as I stood at the sink washing the Dishes, I quietly began to sing: "Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father. There is no shadow of turning With Thee. Thou changest not, Thy compassions they fail not; As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be." I sang all the verses I could remember. The words moved me, Soothed me and carried me till Bedtime. December 25th is unlikely to be the
Actual day that Jesus was born. But I don't believe He minds if we Acknowledge His birth on this Particular day. It's true in my family. We have parties when we are able to Get together and don't worry about the Date. What's important is that we remember Why He came. If we lift our voices in praise like the Angels, and bow our knees in Adoration like the wise men, the date Doesn't matter. I don't believe Jesus is concerned about the When as long as we celebrate Him. Merry, Hopeful, Blessed Christmas! It's Christmas Eve.
If you mourn today I pray for Courage and peace and Hope for you. I pray for love and Strength and Moments of joy for you. I pray for comfort and healing and Faith for you to believe that Despite the sorrow you feel now, One day the grief will ease and You will be able to enjoy Christmas again. It was true for me. "Inmate Correspondence" was
Printed on the outside of the Envelope. I knew immediately the card was From my friend's son who is in Prison. He was a model child, she told me, Until he fell in with the wrong crowd and Now her only child is serving 13 years for His crime. The young man's message to me was Lovely: "No one wants to spend Christmas in Prison but I'm still very blessed to be Alive and healthy. Plus I have a wonderful Support system...I believe God has a Plan for me." I've never met my pen pal in Person. I can't see his heart. I don't know whether he is truly Sincere. But God knows, and so I'll just keep Praying and writing. For many years I've posted the
Sign on the bulletin board for our Condo community: "Caroling and Cookies." When we began the tradition a Group of us neighbors bundled up and Sang for shut-ins ringing sleigh bells as We caroled in the crisp cold air. But as we got older and faced icy conditions we Moved our singing inside. Gloria, Audrey, and Charlotte are gone. Others have moved. But six of us gathered in my living room today. We sang the old classics that Paradoxically never seem to age. We proclaimed tidings of great joy. We asked the question that has never Adequately been answered, "What Child Is This?" We sang frivolous songs too. In fact, one gal refused to sing along with "White Christmas" because she detests Snow. Happily for her, none is predicted for December 25th. We nibbled on festive cookies and snacks and Shared memories. Our tiny homespun choir closed like we Always do with "We Wish You a Merry Christmas." Each year I analyze my holiday "doings" Considering whether they were Meaningful and whether I will Continue them. "Caroling and Cookies" I'll keep. My friend and I met for breakfast and
Our conversation became heavy. She's been through the wringer this Year with physical and family Issues, and she was close to Tears. We listened and we consoled. When we were finished eating I said, "After our weighty discussion we need to End on a positive note." And so I came up with two descriptive Words beginning with "L" since her name Was Linda: "Loving and Lively." And she pondered for a few moments and Told me I was a "devoted and a Dear friend." What a delightful way for our breakfast to End! |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
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