Showing posts with label Holiday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holiday. Show all posts

Sunday, December 25, 2011

It is a very merry Christmas






When I dropped this man off at the airport on Friday afternoon, it meant he was flying away to be gone on Christmas.  But there was no sadness.  This was an important trip to see a beautiful woman.



And there was a very important question he had to ask this woman, the kind of question it is best to ask in person.




And she said YES!






We had a feeling that the answer would be yes, so our goofy elves got busy.  We had a new stocking that had to be added to the row.




The elves had to choose the right decorations.  They chose a platypus (yes, a platypus), a ring and a camera.  She is a lover of platypi, a wearer of a sparkling engagement ring, and a fabulous photographer.





Welcome to the family, Faith.

Congratulations to you both.  We love you!


Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Eagle Scout Court of Honor

Tuesday night we had the pleasure of taking a few hours to celebrate the amazing accomplishments of our newest Eagle Scout.  It was a fantastic ceremony, and we kept the party going with swing dancing and pancakes back at our house.  Below is the speech I gave in Rex's honor.

It was a night to remember.





We are so happy to have you all here in the midst of this busy and holy season of Christmas. Thank you for coming. Rex, you began scouting shortly after turning eleven. Here we are, seven and a half years later, and you have achieved the goal of Eagle Scout. Congratulations, son. You have done very well.

There are skills and experiences you will take into the rest of your life as a result of your work in scouts. There are knots and lashings, swim strokes and orienteering, hiking and wilderness survival. You know to protect cinnamon rolls from raccoons, to always expect rain on a campout, and to carry plenty of water up Half Dome. But there are some things that are woven through scouts, subtle enough that they might not be noticed. I would like to point a few out.

The first is that the details matter. Any young man who has prepared his Eagle Scout binder for his Board of Review knows this. You must have everything imaginable, and a few things you didn’t imagine, all in perfect order. As it turns out, life is full of details that matter. They impact how you care for those around you, how you serve your community, how you worship, how you work. The key is in knowing the details that matter, which means we need God’s wisdom, and His grace. You have seen God’s hand at work through these seven years of scouting, and you know He will be there through each day and every detail. Details matter.

Your Eagle Project at Dad’s school is another example of an important truth: Service matters. Whether providing an outdoor learning environment for students, helping a single mom on her property or stacking cans on the day of the postal food drive, scouts has shown you that serving those around you is important. You are entering into the adult world at a time when the economy is shaking, and people feel lonely and lost. Your world will need people who are willing to serve. You have already been an encouragement to friends and family who are hurting, reminding them that they are loved and that God is there. Thank you for that, Rex. Live a life of service; you won’t regret it. Service matters.

These last seven years you have been in Troop 401, a group of men and their sons who are working together for the goals of scouting. They have shown you that community matters. These fathers are a beautifully diverse group, each one bringing a unique set of skills and experiences. Time together has meant that adventure fun is had, mistakes get made, lessons are learned, and the community sticks together. You have been in a community of people who want God’s best for you, and that is a gift. Whatever community you are a part of, Rex, will be blessed by your gifts and skills. We can’t go it alone: community matters.

So thank you, Troop 401 dads, for being a community for Rex as he has grown up. Thank you for modeling a life of service, for helping him conquer the details in his scouting life. Thank you for modeling the many different ways a godly man can approach life. We appreciate you very much.

Rex, you became an Eagle Scout on our 25th wedding anniversary, and now you are having your Court of Honor on the 26th anniversary of our engagement. We will never forget these dates! I cannot wait to see all that God has for you with the skills and talents He has given you. I love you. Congratulations.

 


Sunday, December 18, 2011

The Fourth Sunday of Advent








O gracious Light,
pure brightness of the everliving Father in heaven,
O Jesus Christ, holy and blessed! 

Now as we come to the setting of the sun,
and our eyes behold the vesper light,
we sing thy praises, O God; Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. 

Thou art worthy at all times to be praised by happy voices,
O Son of God, O Giver of life,
and to be glorified through all the worlds.

Book of Common Prayer, Evening Prayer I 

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Beauty matters








She said it was just two minutes. She didn't seem nervous. Everything about her was saying, "This is just not a big deal."

She didn't seem to know that those two minutes would split time and shine a bit of eternity down on her weary mama's heart.

Heaven met earth in the beauty and joy she breathed as she danced.

I love you, Claire Bear.






Thursday, December 08, 2011

Christmas doings


 The transition from Thanksgiving to Christmas is quick around here.  We are the early tree people, up the hill by 9:30 a.m. the day after Thanksgiving, looking for the perfect tree at the budget lot in apple country.


 


It was just the four of us this year, what with one far away college girl and two boys working their retail jobs on that most retail-focused day.




The sun sparkled, the tree is too small, but the company was excellent.










With Sophie's careful supervision, I made a wreath of ornaments.


 

I love the muted tones so much.




And then there was the annual "knock some mistletoe off the tree" event.  Safety glasses next year perhaps?



But shopping?  I seem to be in a serious denial rut.  Better.Get.Moving.

Sunday, December 04, 2011

The Second Sunday of Advent: The Tailgate Edition

Two advent candles  :  Candlestick Park

"Don't try to explain the Incarnation to me!  It is further from being explainable than the furthest star in the furthest galaxy.  It is love, God's limitless love enfleshing that love into the form of a human being, Jesus, the Christ, fully human and fully divine.
Was there a moment, known only to God, when all the stars held their breath, when the galaxies paused in their dance for a fraction of a second, and the Word, who had called it all into being, went with all his love into the womb of a young girl, and the universe started to breathe again, and the ancient harmonies resumed their song, and the angels clapped their hands for joy?

Christ, the Second Person of the Trinity, Christ, the Maker of the universe...willingly and lovingly leaving all that power and coming to this poor, sin-filled plant to live with us for a few years to show us what we ought to be and could be.  Christ came to us as Jesus of Nazareth, wholly human and wholly divine, to show us what it means to be made in God's image.
"   
Madeleine L'Engle


Saturday, November 26, 2011

The Way I See It: Nourishment

The Thanksgiving Table 2011
Photo prompt from Molly at Close to Home.  Come join the fun:  The next prompt is Gratitude.



There is the nourishment of the food on Thanksgiving, but it is so much more than that.  The relationships, the traditions, the orchestration of the multifaceted meal, the autumn skies, the piles of dishes in the kitchen, the murmurs of gratitude around the house, the football, the annual viewing of Its A Wonderful Life...Thanksgiving is a day that nourishes my soul as well as my body.  

I love Thanksgiving.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanksgiving visitors



The wild turkeys came to visit today.  Or perhaps they came to hide.






 They ran faster past the herb plants...poultry seasoning is not a wild turkey's friend.






 
They finally found each other and ran for the woods.

Happy Thanksgiving, all!

Thanksgiving


 


Table Grace
By Garrison Keillor


Here we sit as evening falls
Like old horses in their stalls.
Thank you, Father, that you bless
Us with food and an address
And the comfort of your hand
In this great and blessed land.
Look around at each dear face,
Keep each one in your good grace.
We think of those who went before,
And wish we could have loved them more.
Grant to us a cheerful heart,
Knowing we must soon depart
To that far land to be with them.
And now let's eat. Praise God. Amen.  



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Friday, December 31, 2010

Time does not stop

How can two weeks go by so quickly?

Not only did time not stop, it flew.

Even though we were just getting ready for Christmas (just washing the Thanksgiving dishes it seems like), now we are preparing to welcome in the new year on the road, to reflect and celebrate together.  The new year! 




We will lift glasses of bubbly, play killer speed scrabble, hopefully get to play in some snow, and enjoy the time we have together. 

And while some are watching the Rose Parade and every possible bowl game on New Years Day, I will go further north to take Madelaine back to school.

Goodbyes are not getting any easier, but maybe time will move as quickly this quarter as it did during these precious two weeks together?  I can only hope and pray.

But tonight we celebrate, laugh, give thanks, and celebrate some more.

Happy New Year to you!

Monday, December 27, 2010

Christmas photo shoot


Setting the stage.



Waiting.
(Or being a totem pole.  Not sure.)



Um.


Nice.



Nice again.
 
 


The annual, "How do I use this timer feature?" challenge.
Not like this!



Merry Christmas!



And the crowd goes wild.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Twenty-five years ago today...

...there was a young man and a young woman on a beach in Montara, California. The sun had set, the picnic dinner had been delicious, and they were talking about their recently discovered differences. The young man concluded the discussion with, "Well, that doesn't seem insurmountable. Want to marry me?" At first the young woman thought he had said, "Isn't it a merry evening?", but it quickly became clear that The Question had been popped. An enthusiastic "yes" was the answer, and here we are twenty-five years later.

~Not quite twenty-five years ago~


So much changes in twenty-five years, but after all this time I am more aware than ever that saying yes to this man was the best decision I would ever make.  I am grateful.


~2010~

Sunday, December 05, 2010

The Second Sunday in Advent



Was there a moment, known only to God, when all the stars held their breath, when the galaxies paused in their dance for a fraction of a second, and the Word, who had called it all into being, went with all his love into the womb of a young girl, and the universe started to breathe again, and the ancient harmonies resumed their song, and the angels clapped their hands for joy?

Power.  Greater power than we can imagine, abandoned, as the Word knew the powerlessness of the unborn child, still unformed, taking up almost no space in the great ocean of amniotic fluid, unseeing, unhearing, unkowning.  Slowly growing, as any human embryo grows, arms and legs and a head, eyes, mouth, nose, slowly swimming into life until the ocean in the womb is no longer large enough, and it is time for birth.





Christ, the Second Person of the Trinity, Christ, the maker of the universe, willingly and lovingly leaving all that power and coming to this poor, sin-filled planet to live with us for a few years to show us what we ought to be and could be.  Christ came to us as Jesus of Nazareth, wholly human and wholly divine, to show us what it means to be made in God's image.

~Madeleine L'Engle~
from Watch for the Light





Wreath found here.  

Monday, November 29, 2010

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Advent




First Sunday of Advent

“The house lights go off and the footlights come on. Even the chattiest stop chattering as they wait in darkness for the curtain to rise. In the orchestra pit, the violin bows are poised. The conductor has raised his baton. In the silence of a midwinter dusk, there is far off in the deeps of it somewhere a sound so faint that for all you can tell it may be only the sound of the silence itself. You hold your breath to listen. You walk up the steps to the front door. The empty windows at either side of it tell you nothing, or almost nothing. For a second you catch a whiff of some fragrance that reminds you of a place you’ve never been and a time you have no words for. You are aware of the beating of your heart…The extraordinary thing that is about to happen is matched only by the extraordinary moment just before it happens. Advent is the name of that moment.”

Frederick Buechner, Whistling in the Dark

HT: Lent and Beyond: An Anglican Prayer Blog

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Tree Day

It's not Black Friday, folks.



It's Tree Day!





We had sunshine in the sky and snow on the ground for the annual search.





Why are they lying in the snow?

I guess cutting down the trees just tuckered them out.




Look at those satisfied smiles.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving Day

It is a beautiful day in Oakdale,California.






The sun is shining and the leaves are audibly falling in the orchard.
Don't let that sparkly sunshine fool you, though.
It is chilly out there.







Happy Thanksgiving, friends!






Give us that due sense of all Thy mercies
that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful;
and that we might show forth Thy praise,
not only with our lips but with our lives...




Thanks for that prayer, Carol

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