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It snowed the mother lode the other day! Thankfully, for many, as it was a bit dreary in Minnesotan parts without the white lovely fluff! Many cars wound up in the ditch, however. So many accidents whilst driving- so much so that I heard plows were pulled off the freeways in some areas of our state. There is always the potential hazard alongside the beauty.
I hope you are enjoying the preparations for Christmas- most of all being with your loved ones. This always makes the season richer. Enjoy the celebration of the Savior's birth!
Snow fall softly, Fall on me-- Wind blow gently, Breathe on me--
Breathe new life on this dead tree.
JMR February 2, 2009
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. (Psalm 1:1)
But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. (Psalm 1:2)
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. (Psalm 1:3)
When my husband and I were selling real estate, I started my cold calling days by memorizing Psalms. Our partnership didn't continue for a long time, in retrospect it was good for us and our household that we got out of the business. But the few Psalms I memorized stayed with me. When I hear them recited, I remember something fondly about those days. I used my dad's little 'catechism' book, dated July 15, 1928. I take a closer look and see it is entitled, Evangelical Lutheran HYMN-BOOK I grew up attending a Lutheran church... that's never been the draw for me, though. As long as it's a Bible teaching place of worship... anyway, these were verses I had memorized from the first Psalm came to mind as I jotted this poem today and found this picture from last winter. It is a very cold night here in Minnesota.
When it hits, we won't be ready,
It'll catch us unawares...
We'll be ready when it hits us
As catching flakes we'll lose our cares...
12/08/0812/09/08: We got a big snowfall earlier tonight (rushhour yesterday.) A slippery ride, I did a 360 on a side road that mustn't have yet been sanded... pretty slick. Lots of snow and craziness to navigate through, the roads were such a pain! Just a ton of accidents all over the place. Joe's bus was 45 minutes late, so my little one and I decided to wait at his stop and camp out at Starbucks... just as we'd ordered, Daddy arrived. A freshly made, piping (NOT) latte requires the sipping, so we stayed, enjoyed, then trudged to the FREEZING van (no heat, BBBRrrr. we have a blanket inside that we pass around-- I can't wait to get something, anything with heat!)
Consequently, dinner wasn't served till 9 p.m., and I'd fallen asleep feeling fluish. Finally I'm up and it's too late to be up, as usual. I'll call this sort of evening "snowdrift syndrome". On a non-fluey day, it'd be fine. Truly fine, in fact, so fine that the sleds might be brought out and the night celebrated at the hill. Snowflakes are refreshing, so much so that my youngest upon arriving home composed a concerto dubbed the same-- "SNOWFLAKE" something or other... But with every snowfall, there is an excitement... a kind of new beginning, or a reminder to begin anew.
This photo was taken last spring. We'd just made a late night trek to visit our friend in the hospital. We knew he was dying and it would be Joe's last time to see him. En route to home I snapped shots of the newfallen snow (doing what I could to fill myself with life and hope, of course this only God can do, but we all have our ways of pushing ourselves towards life or at least breathing the fresh, and in this case, cold freshness of it all). We knew his days were coming to an end as he'd battled the disease valiantly for years. Selfishly, we knew we were losing a friend we loved, someone we hold dear in our hearts. Someone we miss, but know we will see again. I got to see him one more time when I took the kids with me one week later to their home. Later that week he died. He was a man who kept his heart at home and was my eldest's godfather. And for us,he was simply our dear friend. We still hear his laugh when we reminisce. Infectious.
Then, and now, God's mercies are new every morning...
12/10/08 The other cool thing that happened on our trek to nowhere (bumper to bumper rush hour traffic yesterday... meandering side roads through the city to avoid collision with semis) was just as I thought my feet had turned to ice cubes and my heart was feeling rather sorry for myself... I've saturated myself with radio and news sources pre-election and post. Music has totally gone by the wayside. I chose to switch from TALK radio to a fave Christian station in town, KTIS, and what did I hear? Crystal Lewis' "People Get Ready, Jesus is Coming"... I got so keyed, it's been so long since I've heard it and it reminds me of the woman I wrote the song, "White as Snow" for... she was a lovely German woman of God. It was cool, because I needed cheering up and hearing this reminded me of why I love snow so much... enjoy the YOUTUBE here
12/11/08 It is a weary night only leaving me with the option of A. Hot bath or B. Hotter bath. The hot tea has been drunk, the cold day has been finished, and the cold sheets will await my coming. Hopefully warm dreams will I find in my midst. God bless those I hold dear with sweet dreams. I've been realizing that it is time to refocus my former goals that have been put on the backburner due to immediate and daily needs. This is my challenge, to ready myself for some old time plans come to fruition this next year. I learned that my brother's ex's husband just died. At my other brother's memorial service last January I remember he wasn't feeling well. And now less than one year later, he is gone. You know, there really isn't a long time that we are here... three of my siblings have already died. My father and one son. There are so many people alive and gracing my life... but there are so many I love that are gone. I give thanks for both and need to remember that reason for this coming day that we celebrate soon must last us all year. I so quickly forget the passion... He is with me and I fellowship... but the passion sometimes will elude me, I get bogged down with emotion and ungodly reactions or behaviours that aren't centered on the reason for my life. There's been so much stuff going on (as there typically is in a family larger than one) that the intense passion ignited at times has been crunched to the back corner of my heart... I know this isn't the way to be... if you are like me right now, please forge ahead toward the passion of Christ once again. Say a prayer for me, too.
12/12/08 Well, a friend of mine has a birthday today. Someone I rarely ever see anymore. Life changes, people move, or people move on... sometimes I wish we were still pushing the stroller of my oldest daughter walking MOA as oft as possible. It opened a few months after Sophie was born. Sometimes, given proximity or nostalgia, I find myself closer to the past than the present. But, you who visit me already know that. My baby isn't a baby anymore, where did that time go? Truly, I think the oldest thing about me is my hands, probably from all the laundry I was insane about doing in those days, and the highly chlorinated water from our apartment didn't help... nor did the refusal to put any lotion on them... live and learn, in my case in that case it's too late. Or it could be I just got my mother's hands.
I was treated to a nice Indian lunch by a new friend today. Tasty. And I was blessed. I will have to stop at dreaded Starbucks again today to pick up another french press. I have been careless to crack it in the sink rinsing things. You'd think I'd just turn the HOT water down a bit so I wouldn't flinch from being burned by it. Crash. I did the same thing yesterday, but to my relief, it didn't break. Today is a different day. At least Joe got paid today. He'd been unemployed for two months and I think we were both losing our minds, lol. Thankfully God provided a great position for him and now I can at least consider running a few errands I've put off. But no Bermuda for me yet. lol again. I think fondly toward my friend today for many reasons, but mostly today, since she is the one who introduced me to the woman that I'd later write the snow song for... and also, I give thanks for my new friends and friends close by (including my fam) because although I tend to be an isolationist and find I need to be alone often times, I enjoy fellowship with some great girlfriends. I long for some men in my life, though, I sure do miss my brother sometimes. Still. I was the kind of girl in school who would actually prefer a drag off a guy's cigar and playing hackysack or cards over being with girls... it was much more of a good time for me unless I was one on one with a really close girlfriend (sharing heart thoughts and fears... sorting things out, you know?) I wouldn't smoke now save for a puff, though,and I am so glad I never got hooked. I might have, but as God would save me from myself, the one-act play I'd been practicing for never materialized. My character was a chain smoker and well,I was totally absorbed into it and I would have become one, too...
Regarding men now, by necessity perhaps, I limit myself considerably. I hope someday that changes, because I sure do love my men.
Maybe I'll go pick up my guy in a minute to see if we can just hang out. Maybe at Starbucks... of all places.
12/13/08 One of my all time favourite songs that a post by CaptainPenguin prompted me to revisit.. Oh, I LOVE THIS SONG as sung by BEBE. Just click "All of Me". It's written by Michael W. Smith. Enjoy.[/FONT]
12/15/08 Well today marks a new week. And it is SO COLD here today. Unreal. Subzero temp and chills, best to stay put, although two members of my family are out in it. Joe is on his way home and since our vehicle doesn't have heat right now he could hardly talk to me on his cell. His hands were freezing, or was it his ears. His ears. I told him there was an earband and to look for it. Why don't people wear mittens and hats? Poor Cakes had to stay home from a little dance program. She was so devastated about it because they got to dress up in Christmas attire, fancy little girl dresses and such... but it was too cold. I felt Joe needed the car to get to work. It wouldn't work for him to be at a bus stop for 45 minutes again waiting for the bus... just in case. Too dangerous. And anyway, it wouldn't have been good to be out in our elements without heat. Yesterday was bad enough. Just gotta stay cozy indoors. Have a good one. Stay warm if you live at the North Pole, like me
One of my peeps just got home, "I don't remember it ever being that cold, EVER! UFF DA" Coming from a guy who has absolutely no trace of Scandinavian blood...