I never paid much attention to this hymn until last year, but it has since become a favorite. Many of the public domain recordings include only 3 of the 5 verses, but Sinatra's includes the same 4 that our hymnal does, so I've linked to his familiar version:
I do believe this little fella could be the most long-awaited gift in the history of civilization. A slight exaggeration? Perhaps. But long-awaited and highly-anticipated nonetheless. I have coveted this thing for about 8 years now...ever since I used first used one and realized how superior a product it is.
This little beauty belongs to me now and is EVEN BETTER than I expected...the V-8 Hemi of vacuums. Yeah...we're talkin' serious power...practically self-propelled. And it has a BAG for the dirt. Yep. No more nasty, messy, modern dust cups to empty. Just a good old fashioned BAG.
Good things DO come to those who wait. (Well, at least good things that can be purchased with money...)
Disclaimer: this post is not intended in any way to disparage Steve. I always talked myself out of getting the vacuum b/c it is hard for me to spend lump sums of money...it's MY fault I never had it before now.
Why is it that my most brilliant and profound thoughts come to me in those ethereal moments when I'm hovering halfway between reality and dreamland? It's unfortunate, really. Complex problems, thoughts, philosophies, relationships, and ideas which have occupied and baffled my waking mind, come sharply into view, presenting workable solutions, fresh arguments, clear pathways...and stunning blog posts, I might add. Yet somehow, all that brilliance, profundity and clarity evaporate upon the assumption of full consciousness, leaving behind only the memory of brilliance and the exhilaration of the experience. The substance? Gone forever. Sigh...
68 years ago, a little girl was born on Christmas morning...the sole present for her 4 unappreciative, and perhaps slightly resentful, older brothers. Throughout the decades, Little Martha continued to share her special day, not only with her own mother who was also born on December 25th, but also, of course, with the celebration of her Savior's birth.
This year, Little Martha finally had her turn. It was simple and short, but nevertheless, it was HER celebration. Little Martha (in case you don't already know) is my Momma. Our extended family had decided not to get together for Christmas until December 29th this year, so Daddy secretly invited us all to come by to honor Mother and have birthday cake ON HER BIRTHDAY. All about her...no Christmas celebration with them that day...just my Momma's birthday.
It was wonderful. She was entirely surprised and thrilled that all of us showed up, and shocked that Papa had pulled it off without the least suspicion on her part! Daddy had bought a beautiful birthday cake for her and we celebrated together for about an hour.
My Momma is one very special lady. Her life has been complicated, to say the least, but she has received and rested in the grace of Christ to carry her through all kinds of joys and testings. She is my dearest friend who, in spite of knowing me thoroughly, has listened to me, understood me, suffered long with me, and showered me with grace and love.
About 12 days ago, a little sprite (whether angelic or demonic is yet to be determined) delivered into my hands 6 heavily-laden garbage bags. A gift! Yes. A gift. A gift comprised of........oh........I'd say about..... TWENTY FIVE THOUSAND pieces of fabric!!!
I had to make a choice. 1) Promptly remove said bags to my sewing room where they would be out of my way...and would likely remain unopened and unexplored for 5-6 years. 2) Promptly carry said bags to my car and deliver them to someone else's doorstep to be dealt with by THEM. 3) Promptly dump contents of said bags onto my living room floor to sort through immediately.
Because it is Christmas time, and wrestling season, I have nothing at all to do, so I wisely chose..........you guessed it! OPTION #3!! Which is why, 12 days later, my house still looks like THIS:
We have no Christmas tree. No Christmas lights. No Christmas presents. No figgy pudding. But all is not lost! Afterall, WE HAVE FABRIC!! I must be at least halfway through sorting, organizing and eliminating fabrics I'll never use. I have cut hundreds of quilt squares for future use. And, I might add, I have completed my first...and perhaps last...project from this lovely assortment of scraps. Here it is:
Why is it when I get a hankerin' to sew, I make PINK things? I'm not exactly a girly girl. Ah, another of life's great mysteries: tough girl likes pink. Hmmm.
You'll excuse me now while I go wade through the remaining 11,000 pieces of fabric? See you when I come up for air in a two weeks...just in time to throw up a tree and celebrate Christmas!
In my absence, I feel certain that many of you have been waiting breathlessly at my virtual doorstep, clamoring for that next riveting commentary on my daily routines or demented musings. As I said, I feel certain of it...and whether or not that certainty is grounded in reality is entirely irrelevant and I'll thank you not to mess with my version of reality.
My days have been filled with busyness and frantic running to and fro. Hopefully the causes have been worthy and have resulted in an experience of joy, companionship or beauty for others. I am still running...but if I don't take a few moments and declutter my mind by dumping some of it's thoughts onto paper, you just might find yourself observing a colossal mental and emotional breakdown. And trust me, that is not a pretty sight.
Writing is essential to my nature, as is attempting to make people laugh. Both of these energize me. The really great thing about the blog is that I don't have to actually make you laugh or hear you say, "Yes, yes. That is helpful and profound, Lori." I only have to imagine those things happening, and wah-lah! Instant energy. And trust me, I have a very active imagination.
So now that I am energized, I gotta run deliver 60 bags of cookies to the St. Trinity Food Pantry in South City.
I haven't said a thing, and I feel better already. Am I easy or what?! Catch ya later, Y'all.