NC Visit 11-28-11

Our "light endeavors"

It is Monday morning and a little cloudy.  Ordinarily, the two could be a depressing combination but somewhere along my life's journey I have learned to rejoice in the light of each new day, regardless of the weather's so called dreariness.  While I have no control over the weather, my attitude belongs to no one but me. In other words, if I am "gloomy," it is because I have chosen to be.  Admittedly, there are times when I am weak and I do choose "doom and gloom" and wallow in it for awhile but even then, I realize any change in my attitude must come from within.  During those times, I am so grateful to be blessed with the incredible love of my family and friends. 

Love is Patient. . .

This morning, I am "rattling around" in this big, quiet house while Jenn is at work, the boys are in school and Allen is headed back to work in Philadelphia.  The dog, Jerry, was very happy when I made my appearance earlier but Joey, the cat, not so much -- he thinks I have no business telling him what to do in his own house. 

In the stillness, my heart is warmed by the sentiments of some of the wall hangings:  "Love is Patient, Love is Kind...It Always Protects, Always Trusts, Always Hopes, Always Perseveres" -- "On a farm so long ago...all my fondest memories grow" -- "God doesn't give us what we can handle; God helps us handle what we are given."  The third is a reminder that hangs on a wall in each of our kids' homes (a gift from me to each of them when we lost their father) and I hope it comforts them as it does me.

God doesn't give you. . .



Last night I helped Jenn string more lights and garland on the front porch.  It's nice to be here at this time of year and have the opportunity to share part of the Christmas season with more of my family.  Maybe another time I'll arrange my trip so that I can be here for the Hope Mills Christmas parade, when Jenn's handbell choir rings at the gazebo.

I've been toying with the idea of walking to school later to see her students (and Daniel) rehearse for their play but I'm not sure about that.  It's very tempting since I would welcome a vigorous walk and I can almost see Gallberry Farm School from the upstairs windows.  Trouble is, it's not possible to walk there "as the crow flies" and I don't think the routes in that direction are pedestrian friendly.  Then, add to that the fact that my directional sense leaves much to be desired.  (Ha!  I should have brought my GPS!)  

On a farm so long ago. . .