"...life is hard, unfair, painful. But life is also guaranteed- to offer unexpected and sudden moments of beauty, joy, love, acceptance, euphoria. It is our ability to recognize and then hold on to the moments of good stuff that allows us to survive, even thrive. And when we can share the beauty, hope is restored."
Muriel Barberry, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
I've kept this on my computer stand because it's beautiful, it came as a surprise gift from a beautiful soul, and I've needed the reminder in big doses. Thank you Mary. In fact, just look at all the things that landed at my feet while I was on the hunt for joy.
Snow! Its warm outside and it isn't guaranteed to stay. I'll take it! Its as close to a white Christmas as we'll get. Yep, I snoozed through the weather last night and it came as a complete surprise. Last year at this time we already had two feet of it! We're setting records of another kind and spirits around here reflect the warmth and reprieve from a harsh winter thus far.
My clever and creative and funny and beautiful friend Amy made these- out of hockey socks! They're felt on the inside for warmth, in our school colors, and they have a skate lace for decoration! What hockey-loving person wouldn't adore these? She is selling them for $20 and you should email me for details if you'd like to know about getting some for yourself!
These are from my other beautiful, clever, crafty, and all things love-filled friend, Robin. Sigh... I adore her and she knows how to bring comfort and warmth like no other.
So you all came out in droves of support ... literally. Goodies came to my door, my email is bursting at the seams, and the cards and letters have stuffed our mailbox. Plus, some very, very, extremely generous people have stepped up to ensure our Christmas is Merry. We're honored and humbled.
I've steeped in your words of faith, hope, healing and love.
They were a balm to my battered mind and spirit.
My daily devotional today had this message: He could have roared on top of a mountain, but he whispered in the voice of a baby. He could have ordered our obedience; instead he calls for our hearts. Choose Him. - Sheila Walsh