2013….I am excited and hopeful.
So many good days that are yet to happen and experience…
Happy days spent with my best friend and husband, celebrating 25 years of marriage all year…
Adventures and laughter with my children and family…
Experiencing God’s grace through the beauty that is all around…
Jump into 2013 as fearlessly as you can…God’s got you! Blessings, Lisa
*This is part two….if you haven’t read part one yet, you should, in order to enjoy this post to its fullest.* 🙂
Frosty had fallen, face first, into the grass. I thought it was over for the dear little snowman, but I was wrong. My husband, knowing my soft heart, had a plan, a wonderful plan. That evening while I was putting Amy to sleep, he and my two older children moved Frosty. That’s right, they picked him up, put each part in the wheelbarrow, and put him back together on the sidewalk right outside our kitchen window. When I came downstairs, there he was, just sitting there looking at me as if to say, “See? I told you I’d be back again someday!” 🙂 And yes, I was so touched by my husband’s sweetness and effort to make me smile.
Frosty’s Back! Dec. 27, evening
Frosty and I, chilling out on Dec. 30, afternoon
Frosty, who was first made on Dec. 26, is still standing this morning, as of 8:10 AM Dec. 31, New Year’s Eve. He is an amazing snowman, but not as amazing as my husband. Thanks honey; I love you. Lisa
The day after Christmas, it snowed. A wet, sticky, heavy snow that was just perfect for snowmen and snowballs. So we made a snowman…a big hearty fellow with a kind face and an orange for a nose. Being the highly original people that we are, we named him Frosty, and he seemed pleased. With his jaunty cap and festive scarf, he greeted passers-by on the road for an entire day. However, sometime on the second day, he fell, face down, as if he was taking a nap. I felt ridiculously sad about the whole thing, as I had liked this snowman more than a person should, and couldn’t bring myself to go look at him laying there. (You have to remember, I was the kind of child who cried when my favorite trees were cut down, and my “Chitty-Chitty Putt-Putt” car of my dad’s was sold.) I thought Frosty’s story was over, but I was very wrong. I had a wonderful surprise waiting for me that evening. Please tune into Monday’s installment to read the conclusion of the Snowman’s story. Slainte, Lisa
God grant you the light in Christmas, which is faith;
The warmth of Christmas, which is love;
The all of Christmas, which is Christ. – Wilda English
Merry Christmas to everyone! Blessings, Lisa
I just read Amy “Saint Francis and the Christmas Donkey” by Robert Byrd. The delightful story tells how the donkey is unhappy with his braying laugh and long ears, and of course, being able to talk to St. Francis, lets him know of his troubles. St. Francis tells the wonderful story of how the faithful little donkey once carried Mary and her unborn child Jesus all the way over stony hills and hot desert roads to Bethlehem, and the stout and hearty heart of the donkey did not let her fall. The book ends with the sweet, tired but fulfilled donkey laying beside the manger with the newborn Christ. The other donkey, speaking to St. Francis, walks out into the snowy night and is at peace with who God created him to be.
Other than sheep, the farm animal that I love the most is the donkey. Something about their big heads, long ears, huge eyes, and fuzzy stout body is endearing. The cross on their backs is super-cool also. (Symbolic of the donkey carrying Mary and the Christ on his back 🙂 )
Here’s a friendly little fellow we befriended in County Kerry and some other donkey pictures for you to enjoy in this season to celebrate and remember the night that Christ was born. Slainte, Lisa
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