Three days till Christmas, it's coming fast. Those who dare venture to a shopping district in these last few days leading up to it I must admire. Or feel sorry for - I'm not sure which. Christmas holds a funny tradition in my family. For as long as I can remember, my parents have made breakfast - every year we have green pancakes, and red syrup. We each get a flapjack shaped like our first initial as well. It's weird - but fun to have such an original tradition every year.
I went to Michigan for 6 days, last Wednesday through yesterday. I had an absolute blast! I stayed with a couple of my friends for the duration and we had some interesting adventures. I hadn't experienced a genuine Michigan winter for a while and honestly forgot to pack proper
I returned to the South and didn't go back to my old house. This last week during my Michigan visit, my family moved across town to our newly purchased residence. The adjustment isn't super easy - moving never is. But God has proved himself so faithful through this whole experience and He makes it easy to rely on his timing. It's weird trying to move into my new room, as I'll be moving out yet again in just 10 days. Packing and repacking though has kind-of become my forte.
Every Christmas, Jesus' mother Mary is always brought to my mind. I marvel at this young girl - much younger then my 20-year-old self. Her absolute unwavering faith puts me to shame. The precarious situation she finds herself in does not deter her from her need to carry out her mission with strength and courage. Her humble response to the angel is so crucial to the character of this specifically chosen girl. "I am the Lord's servant," Mary answered. "May it be to me as you have said" (Luke 1:38). She didn't question, or argue - a common response to such unbelievable news. Oh to have such resolute faith.
Merry Christmas friends.
I know what the constant pack and unpacking is like; I lived it for a while (reasons why I downsized my belongings to 8 totes for a while).
ReplyDeleteI definitely feel your love for a gas stove/oven. I miss my parents' place with their gas stove/oven. I only have electric to cook with from now until who knows when. I miss it dearly. There are just some things that you can't quite do with electricity that turn out perfectly with gas.
The cheeseburger mac looks delicious. Totally jealous of the pancakes, by the way. That is an awesome tradition that I might borrow once we have kids old enough to eat pancakes.
By the way, once you live out of state (out of the cold weather) you never really remember to pack well enough for the cold. My grandma usually visits from Arkansas for Christmas and she almost always forgets to pack enough warm clothes.
Merry Christmas to you and your family!