I’ve loved this song each time I heard it, but whoa! Mark Lowry gives it something special. So I posted it here for me. I want to be able to find it and listen to it whenever I get the yen.
Like right now.
BTW: I got up this morning, made coffee and cinnamon rolls. (Thanks, Sister Debbie for the recipe!)
I’m decorating for Christmas after I eat them. What’s your day going to be like? OSU/OU football? Gift wrapping? Hanging on Facebook?
Whatever it is, why don’t you give me a wave on the way?
Oh, and if you’re intentionally organized for Christmas, could you give me a few pointers? I’m Organizationally Challenged.
The first year G-Man and I were married, he bit the bullet and let me have a “real” Christmas tree. All my life we’d had cedar trees for Christmas, so to me, they meant Christmas. A lot of my happiest memories have those evergreens at the center, I just had to have one in my first home.
His family, though, bought a tree each year. (Can you imagine???) A pine or spruce or some other non-Christmassy tree (in my estimation).
So like I said, he was nice enough to let me have my way that first year. Kinda sad what I thought of as beautiful, isn’t it? That’s me a LONG time ago, very carefully placing those silvery icicles one strand at a time on the misshapen branches.
I worked so hard to get them just right!
The next day, I came home from work and found that Gary had taken off all those icicles and tied them in clumps, so instead of a “beautiful” tree with shimmery sparkles all over, we had clusters of silver.
“Why’d you do that?” I wailed. But what I really meant was, “How dare you? That’s not the way my mama does it!”
He’d decided they didn’t show up enough placed one at a time. Leave it to a guy to give the tree more power!
You can see the silver icicle clumps in this picture. LOL. Don’t tell him I said so, but I really do like it better.
The next year, he got to have his kind of tree (I think we left off the icicles rather than have that discussion again) and the year after, I had mine and so on.
Then one year, it happened. We had our cedar tree up and decorated, when Gary started having trouble breathing. Then his throat about closed up. After all those years, he’d developed an allergy to cedar.
We got up in the middle of the night, snatched all the lights and ornaments off of it and tossed that puppy right out the back door!
Since then, we’ve had artificial trees. They don’t smell as nice (I just light a candle and who notices?) but they’ve come to be Christmas after all this time. (And the dog can’t drink all the water out of the bowl.)
Am I the only girl who thought the way Mama did something was THE RIGHT way to do it? From laying G-Man’s clothes out for him to dress in (I only did that once) to cooking a big breakfast each morning (I even did that on our honeymoon) I somehow naturally tried to be like Mom.
I’ve come to learn that her way isn’t the ONLY way to do things.
In case you’re wondering, we still don’t have icicles.
So I have to ask . . . did you think your Mama’s way was The Right way when you married? Or were you a lot smarter than me?
BTW: My mama’s biscuits are the ONLY biscuits to have in coffee soup. That I know for sure!
A long time ago, G-Man and I lived in Ponca City, Oklahoma. (My postman called it Punkin Center.) That was before kiddos and before I started writing down my stories.
Yesterday, Dad and I went back to that part of the world. We didn’t go to the house where G-man and I lived, but we were close. Made me think about all the people I knew back then. Those were nice people (hey, they were Okies, how could they not be nice?) but sadly, I haven’t stayed in touch with them.
Dad and I met a family yesterday, though, that felt as if we’d known them forever. The wife was sweet, friendly and funny! (A requirement in my Small Town World.)
Her house was already Christmas ready and gorgeous! The thing is, you could have transferred everything from her house to Sister Debbie’s house, and it would have been perfect. (Deb would have loved it!)
She even had some of the same things I’ve seen at Sister Debbie’s house. Her attitude as a stay-at-home mom was just like Deb’s. And more than her things and attitude, her heart was very familiar!
Her husband’s pride in her was obvious, and her joy at being married to him was there for everyone to see. We met their son, and I have to tell you, he was a boy to be proud of!
The boy is a hunter and fisherman. A kiddo who reminded me a lot of Brother Jeffrey! Not only that, but he was nice and actually carried on a conversation with us adults!
Funny thing, even though there had been problems and tragedies in their lives, this family was fun to be around. We really could have been related! And we might be family in Christ. (I didn’t ask, though.)
When we left this wonderful homey house (complete with pumpkin cookies Daddy loved) we drove through the countryside so we could check on some of our farms.
We stopped on a bridge at the edge of a farm so I could get a picture.
I had to have a picture of this beaver’s dam. See it in the middle there, kinda looking like a bridge? LOL.
I’ll try again.
See it now? Too cool for school, huh? There was one on the other side of the bridge, too . . .
Looks like a pretty creek where beaver would love to live.
See it, there in the middle? It’s a half-dam. Dad said it had been washed away sometime. We saw another beaver dam while we drove, so we figured there must be quite a population of beaver in that area.
BTW: Did you know beavers mate for life? There’s a couple making a home right there.
We went on to the Kay County Courthouse from there and then to visit the FSA office, where we visited with friends. (Have I mentioned how much I enjoy meeting and remeeting people? They’re just so much fun!)
It was a long day (even with Dad driving) but after a dip of Cherries, Pecans and Cream on a waffle cone (anybody?) I perked up a little. And God gave us a great gift to get us home–
It really was a beautiful day. One that’ll live in my memory for a long, long time! (I meet a lot of people I enjoy, but rarely meet folks I feel as if I’ve known for a long time like this family.)
How about you? Do you enjoy meeting new people or are you happy hanging with the people already in your sphere?
Rather than a day late and a dollar short, I’m gonna do this a day early.
At church this month, we’ve been blessed by having different women tell us what they’re thankful for. Each one has been thankful for Jesus, family and friends and most of them talked about that as well as other things in their lives.
I’m thankful, too. But as usual, I’m weird. (Maybe why I wasn’t invited to talk about it.)
I’m thankful I was born in a country where I didn’t have to wear a veil and be covered head to foot. Where I’m ”allowed” to speak my mind and go and do and act pretty much the way I want. (Because knowing me, I was going to anyway, and this way I get to live through it.)
I’m thankful this is a country where I can talk about God (or not) and I don’t have to worry that my front door will be kicked in for it. Where I’m not risking my life when I share Jesus.
I’m thankful God gave us the Internet and Facebook so I can catch up with friends I haven’t seen (and sometimes didn’t know).
I’m thankful for imagination. (Read it again. Yes. I’m thankful for the gift of imagination. It’s a biggie in my life.)
I’m thankful I have a job to go to and a story to write and a place that’s dry and warm (a little bit, anyway) to do it.
Did I mention I’m thankful for God and family and friends? I am.
What weird things (or not so weird things) are you thankful for this year?
I might have to shave my head.
Know what I’ve been doing?
Why so many hats, you ask, when you only have one head? (And yes, I look silly in a hat.)
They aren’t for me. They’re gifts. Here’s where the wild hair comes in. *sigh*
(Here’s the reason I might need to shave my head. No hair, no wild hairs. Get it?)
They’re all for kiddos I don’t know.
Here’s why I got that crazy hair. I have a little friend who’s going to school near Tahlequah. I snitted and sent her a hat a few weeks ago, and she said all the girls in her house loved it. One even wanted to pet it. LOL.
Why not make one for all the girls in her house? the crazy hair whispered in my ear. When I started knitting furiously, I realized it was kind of a big bite to take here just before Christmas.
But a wild hair is a wild hair. What’s a mother to do? I’m enlisting a little help. Hopefully, we’ll get this wild hair of mine taken care of before Christmas.
This hat isn’t finished yet. In fact, it’s still on the needles. See at the top? It’s a cable needle (one long contraption with a needle on each end) meant for knitting in the round, except I’m using it like two needles and knitting the hat flat. I’ll seam it when I’m finished.
Leave it to me to use the wrong needles to get what I want. LOL. But it works. I’m getting there.
Did you ever get a wild hair, just when you should be doing something else, such as getting ready for Christmas? Is there anything to do for it except shave your head?
Are wild hairs ever a good thing? (I hope.)
G-Man and I had a great weekend! Friday night, we went to see Buddy Guy. That would have been quite a show, even if Buddy hadn’t been there.
It’s been a while since I’ve been to a concert. We sat on the second row, and the people around us (and who thought they should be around us and weren’t) were a show all by themselves.
On man came in and wanted to know if Row 1 was Row A. A man sitting near us asked, “What?”
“IS THIS “A” AS IN APPLE???” the man screamed.
It wasn’t. ”A” was back several rows, which didn’t make him a bit happy. He wanted to be right up front. Not being right up there didn’t keep him from yelling through most of the show.
The man I sat behind had a beautiful braid. Do you know what a temptation that is? When he turned around, his beard was braided, too, and had a silver dangle on the end. Real pirate stuff!
He was with a pretty blonde. The Pirate’s Blonde had on a pair of over-the-knees suede boots to die for. Even G-Man noticed them. Next to them was a couple I thought of as a doctor and his wife. I didn’t talk to them, but something about the pair told me they were in the health profession. Mrs. Doctor was a pretty good dancer by the end of the show.
Even though the audience got a little rowdy (who knew the Old Lady on Brady had a liquor license?) Buddy put on a great polka-dot show. (Buddy is famous for his dots. His drum is dotted, the floor when he performs is dotted, and he always wears polka-dots.)
G-Man and I both enjoy his shows. G-Man because Buddy’s music is wonderful. G-Man thinks he’s the best guitarist out there.
Me, because he comes across as a really nice guy. He doesn’t just play and sing, he talks like he’s having a conversation with a friend. He spoke about his childhood in Louisiana, the book he’d written (be still my heart!) and the people he’d learned guitar by listening to and studying their technique.
He talked about where he lives near Chicago, and his club in Chicago, which is run by his daughters. He said when he’s not on the road or scheduled to perform at the club, he goes and sits in the bar to just watch people and hear the entertainment. He even told us what he eats and about shopping for his food. No seedless melons or yellow and white corn. He wants the real thing.
Oh, and his opening act (Robert Randolph and the Family Band) was wonderful, too. Love a great steel guitar! Anybody want to loan me one?
Yesterday afternoon, G-Man and I went to see “THE CHRISTMAS CANDLE.”
On a scale of 0-5 stars, I give it an even 10!
It’s probably the very best Christmas Movie of the Season!
The book the movie was made from was written by Max Lucado. (I ordered the book last night.)
And I saw the script writers/producers on the local news last week, and I believe it said they went to school at Victory Christian School in Tulsa!
That’s why it’s showing in Tulsa now when it opens nation wide on November 22nd. (And Tulsa is very special!)
I wish I could show you a picture of the village where the story is set. I want to visit! (Whether it’s real or not.)
The story was great, the acting fantastic, and best of all was Susan Boyle, the singer. Oh, my stars! God gave that woman a great talent. It was wonderful to hear her sing! Worth the price of admittance just to listen to her.
One man who has a pivotal role in the movie looked so familiar. He isn’t on the website http://thechristmascandlemovie.com but I looked him up on IMDB. Here he is–
He’s Rachel Weisz’s brother in “The Mummy.” In “The Christmas Candle,” he’s a man, dying with consumption who’s not worried about himself. He’s concerned about his nephew who doesn’t speak and his daughter who has lost her faith.
He does such a good job, I felt like I knew him. Or should know him.
The Christmas Candle is a beautiful, very well made movie with Christian values. I love having movies like this available and want to support them as often as I can.
I want to buy the video as soon as it’s available so I can watch it every year. It’ll be another one of my Christmas Traditions!
Have you seen CC? What was your favorite part?
If you haven’t, do you plan to?