Tuesday, 23 December 2014

Let There Be Peace on Earth (and let it begin with me)

Yesterday we passed a church billboard that read "Lord, let there be peace on earth. And let it begin with me". It resonated to the tips of my toes. 

In the year ahead I want to remember that each person I meet may be facing incredible hardship. They may be missing someone, losing someone or may never have had someone to begin with. I want to take a step back from my own worries and see that we are all in this together. I want to be more understanding, more empathetic, gentler. If we could all do that, if everyone everywhere could do that, what a world it would be. 

I hope you have peace in your heart. Merry Christmas. 


Wednesday, 17 December 2014

The Road to Home

A beautiful day of hoar-frost here in Saskatchewan. 





The kids and I made a quick but thorough dash through the grocery store this morning. We are mostly ready for Christmas, at least as ready as we will ever be. I'm nowhere near as organized as most years but I'm not going to let it bother me. I have provisions in, one gift yet to buy, and if I get the rugs vacuumed I will call it good. 

We have run into some bumps with our son's health. Nothing I'm ready to blog about, although I've tried. Suffice it to say we are realizing the gravity of Childhood Nephrotic Syndrome. We are hanging in there, though, and learning and growing as a family. My challenge as a mother is to do as well at this important job as I have always tried to do at any job. Luckily our boy is a trooper--uncomplaining and oblivious. 

That brings me to Christmas. A hard time for so many, remembering and missing lost loved ones or, worse, realizing a last Christmas together. It is hard, this year, to become entangled in the nonsense of consumer-driven fads and commercial pressure. We haven't got all the outdoor lights put up and we likely won't get it done. But the colourful strands of bulbs outside the door are wonderful and inspire our awe every night as my boys race to the tub for their evening bath. 

I've done most of my baking and now will only do more to fill our afternoons waiting for the big day. I look forward most to a Christmas Eve spent sleigh riding with family before a potluck feast of appetizers and drinks, then home to hang stockings and read 'Twas The Night Before Christmas. 

I don't know what the new year will bring. I think now only of today, of this moment that we have together. I am appreciating small moments more. This Christmas, I hope that you do too.