Several years ago a neighbor shared this story with us. I don’t know the original author, but feel the message is timely for the world we currently live in.
It’s just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past ten years or so.
It all began because my husband, Mike, hated Christmas – oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it – overspending… the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma – the gifts given in desperation because you couldn’t think of anything else.
Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties, and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way. Continue reading The white envelope in the Christmas tree
It drives me nuts that I seem to get less done each day instead of more.
I’d be happy to even stay the same, but…
We’ve all seen images of those with some sort of mental illness hiding in dark corners, wrapped in a blanket, and in need of a shower.
Is it horrible to say that I can completely identify with and understand that kind of behavior?
But an understanding of and complying with are two completely different things. I think it’s important to remember that.
Sometimes I forget.
The other night as I paced back and forth in the family room during the commercials to relieve a little of the screaming inside, I tried to get up the courage to ask Ann and Nick what they might think if I stopped writing this blog.
At least just for a little while, you know, while I try to get to a little more balanced place.
I almost got the words out.
For a moment, it even felt like it would certainly be the right thing to do.
Besides, would it really matter anyway?
Continue reading But shouldn’t we be willing to offer our gifts, regardless?