Thank you for my flowers friend! |
The Christmas bouquet caught my eye as I rounded the corner,
distracted I almost ran my cart into a group of shoppers awaiting samples. Dodging a grandma with three littles munching
goat cheese on crackers, I parked my cart and wandered closer to give them a second look. They were pretty. Roses, greenery and a delightfully hideous
gold pine cone accent. I loved them! A store bought center piece hadn’t graced my
table since 2008 when I was given one for helping at a Christmas party. A square vase provided the base for a flurry
of pinks and reds. Hidden in the blooms
were plastic Christmas candies, realistic enough to catch the eye of anyone
under 4 feet tall. I loved that center piece;
it kept me happy right into the New Year, when life took a turn toward
difficulty and a season of suffering.
Frugality, once learned, is force capable of silencing many
a heart’s desire. I checked the price tag and immediately
dismissed the idea of buying them. The
budget allowed for some new things this Christmas, but splashing out on flowers
wasn’t one of them. Turning my attention
to admiration and appreciation lessened the desire of ownership. I spent a few moments looking at the velvety
petals and walked on. Flowers are
amazing. If I could spend 5 minutes as another creature, I would turn into a
honey bee and hang out in a rose bush (a rose bush that had been checked and
had no spiders). What a glorious
thought. The image of fuzzy bees
foraging in flowers kept me preoccupied until I made it out of the store. I returned home, unpacked the groceries and
made myself some tea.
I browsed news headlines as I sat and it didn’t take long
for a sense of disbelief to settle over me.
Like many people, I find the amount of incivility in the news headlines astonishing. The rudeness and vitriol seems unprecedented.
Attack by twitter has become the norm and public anger is so fast paced I’m not
sure any of us are coming out of this unscathed. How does one conduct oneself in a culture of
rage? Is it possible to make a
difference? I sighed.
It was time to get off the computer.
Sitting at the table, I pulled out a pen and paper. I needed to make a to-do list. For the first time in over a year, I was
having dinner guests and I was more than a little nervous.
It wasn’t the cooking, I had my menu planned and didn’t give
it a second thought. One of the joys of being
over 45 is that you know if dinner fails ordering takeout isn’t shameful. My uneasiness came from my choice to have
company in my home again. My hiatus from
entertaining was deliberate. It was my response to unkindness targeted at my family at one of
the most joyful times afforded by the Christian calendar. To have people
over for dinner was a big deal, it felt vulnerable and I didn’t want things to
go sideways. I wanted to provide a peaceful meal in celebration of the holdiay.
I fussed and putzed the afternoon away, getting things ready
and cooking. When the house was clean,
the candles lit and everything presentable I called my family together for a
quick prayer. “Lord, help. I really don’t want this to go badly. Please have mercy. I’m not sure why I’m doing
this, it could be a really bad idea.” To
which everyone rolled their eyes and said “Amen.” Sometimes I pray quickly, don’t know what to
tell you. As my guests rolled up, I had
a momentary panic, wondering if being social again was a wise idea.
Was the table big enough? Would I say the right things?
Would I give my guest food poisoning? Would
they be put off by the fact we drink from Mason jars? Should I have bought the
centerpiece to make the table look better? A million stupid things flew through
my mind before my friend walked up the walkway.
“Hi! We made it.” She smiled and handed me a gift as her crew
bustled through the door. I barked
directions to my girls, grabbed coats and kicked shoes until I realized I was
holding the same flower centerpiece I didn’t buy from the store. It had made it to my table after all.
I Heard the Bells On Christmas Day
I
heard the bells on Christmas day
Their
old familiar carols play;
In
music sweet the tones repeat,
“There’s
peace on earth, good will to men.”
And in despair I bowed my head:
“There
is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For
hate is strong, and mocks the song
Of
peace on earth, good will to men.”
Then
pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God
is not dead, nor does He sleep,
For
Christ is here; His Spirit near
Brings
peace on earth, good will to men.”
When
men repent and turn from sin
The
Prince of Peace then enters in,
And
grace imparts within their hearts
His
peace on earth, good will to men.
O
souls amid earth’s busy strife,
The
Word of God is light and life;
Oh,
hear His voice, make Him your choice,
Hail
peace on earth, good will to men.
Then
happy, singing on your way,
Your
world will change from night to day;
Your
heart will feel the message real,
Of
peace on earth, good will to men.
~Henry
Wadsworth Longfellow~
I’m thinking of you my friend, as rage battles around us. Praying you will find the peace you seek this
Christmas. Asking God would give you
good will towards others, as this seems to be in short supply. I pray you might have the courage to do
something new, like share a coffee or bring a neighbor a plate of cookies. Maybe get radical and sing a carol on the bus. I'm hoping that in the presence of injustice you
would know that God is not dead, nor sleeping.
He sees malice and we are speeding toward a time when we will need to
give an account of our deeds. He cares
about the small things and will give you the strength to endure.
Enjoy the Christmas lights.
xoxK
Wow, I think you could be speaking of us and we had no idea except that we were coming from a place in a world of hurt and this wonderful family wanted to take us on! Mason jars are cool! What's funny is that I had a box of chocolate in the cart and then saw the flowers and put the chocolate back then spent a few hours wondering about my decision! We had an incredible visit and very thankful for our time with you! We look forward to more of those!
ReplyDeleteHappy Christmas Friend. I'm thankful for your family.xox
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