Reflections on Christmas cards and wrapping traditions, and our year.

SONGS that moved me this year:

 

There you have my probable two favorite songs of the year. One is the reflection upon the heavenly eternal Christmas where we think of eternity with Him and our place in the heavens. I do think about that, though, of course, I want to be sure to serve others here on earth and do my best here as well – our home is here, but There as well —

Worthy is the,

Lamb who was slain

Holy, Holy, is He

Sing a new song, to Him who sits on

Heaven’s Mercy Seat

[Repeat 2x]

(Chorus)

Holy, Holy, Holy

Is the Lord God Almighty

Who was, and is, and is to come

With all creation I sing:

Praise to the King of Kings!

You are my everything,

And I will adore You…!

Yeah!

Clothed in rainbows, of living color

Flashes of lightning, rolls of thunder

Blessing and honor, strength and

Glory and power be

To You the Only Wise King,

Yeah

(Chorus)

Holy, Holy, Holy

Is the Lord God Almighty

Who was, and is, and is to come, yeah

With all creation I sing:

Praise to the King of Kings!

You are my everything,

And – I – will – adore You!

Yeah!

Filled with wonder,

Awestruck wonder

At the mention of Your Name

Jesus, Your Name is Power

Breath, and Living Water

Such a marvelous mystery

Yeah…

(Chorus)

Holy, Holy, Holy

Is the Lord God Almighty

Who was, and is, and is to come, yeah

With all creation I sing:

Praise to the King of Kings!

You are my everything,

And – I – will – adore You!

Holy, Holy, Holy

Is the Lord God Almighty

Who was, and is, and is to come,

With all creation I sing:

Praise to the King of Kings!

You are my everything,

And – I – will – adore YOU…

(Chorus) (Repeat at a cappella)

Come up lift up His Name

To the King of Kings…

We will adore YOU Lord…

King of heaven and earth

King Jesus, King Jesus

Aleluya, aleluya, aleluya!

Majesty, awestruck Honor

And Power and Strength and Dominion

To You Lord,

To the King, to King

To the King of Glory

(Singer: Kari Jobe)

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/gateway_worship/#share

Then more recently I have heard the Selah Christmas song, above, that I never heard until this month. What a beautiful tribute to the Babe in the hay whose birthday is tomorrow, and who I keep reminding Ryan is the reason for the gifts, and the reason for the story of Santa (St. Nicholas) who also worshipped 🙂

Hail, hail to the newborn King

Let our voices sing Him our praises

Hail, hail to the guiding Light

That brought us tonight to our Savior

Halle, hallelujah

Halle, hallelujah

Halle, hallelujah

Halle, hallelujah

Come now, let it shine so bright

To the knowing Light of the stable

Kneel close to the Child so dear

Cast aside your fear and be thankful

Hail, hail to the newborn King

Let our voices sing Him our praises

Hail, hail to the guiding Light

That brought us tonight to our Savior

Chorus

Hail, hail to the newborn King

Let our voices sing Him our praises

Hail, hail to the guiding Light

That brought us tonight to our Savior

Chorus

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/selah/#share

There are so many traditions about Christmas that I love, and we try and do every year. Beautiful boxes of Christmas cards in front of me are one thing that just makes me feel inspired about the whole season — I got the most beautiful cards this year – even though I vowed at the beginning of the year I wasn’t going to do any. But here I am, ended up buying them anyway – because after all even if I don’t "send" any I still need them for teachers, friends receiving gift cards, etc., and I ended up starting them to mail anyway – Started to write them out yesterday and will probably not get them out until next week before New Year’s. But it’s a very special tradition to me, and I miss getting as many as I used to, and even sending as many as I used to, and I’m just not ready to give it up. I love receiving them and sending them – the way they feel and the different color pen colors on the ones I display, and the different kinds of envelopes, and even how some have a foil stamp and others may have a unique picture, and still others may be handmade or with a family portrait. Christmas cards – they are an art, and something I am not ready to give up.  Click for the rest of our letter —

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8 years old – thoughts

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As Ryan (here eating fries when we briefly stopped at the park a few weeks ago) was climbing on my lap today, I started thinking about how soon that may be getting harder for him to do.  He is a tall boy, still skinny, and can still fit upon my lap even though it’s a little poky in places :D.  I have to remember to appreciate that and cherish a little boy on my lap, as the years go so fast.

I remember when Chris (above, left) crawled into our laps and in our bed every night to sleep.  He loved to be held and would just laugh and laugh.  He loved to lay down with his dad and play tickle games and play with his toys. 

Colleen wasn’t so much a lap person but she loved to sit with us, especially her dad, and play her animal games.  She did that a lot at age eight, and had a game called the cows that she played with her dad about imaginary animals and their conversations.

Now Ryan is over eight years old, and where is the time going?  It just seems the childhood ages are going past me – Chris going to be 20, Colleen’s 16th birthday is in 11 days, and they’re growing up before my eyes.

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Being alive is a lesson

I just read the entries in this blog: http://lucyladybug.blogspot.com/ What a beautiful gift of writing this mother has, and I also know someone well who this child touched. This family has touched many lives with their story of their little girl that has passed away, yet blessed so many hearts.

Our children are alive and healthy at this time. We need to always be grateful for that and to just take each day one at a time, learning all we can and doing our best, and enjoying the moments as they come.[ad#Google Adsense]

Thoughts on sports and activities

http://nablopomo.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=997435%3ABlogPost%3A125459

from a board I’m on —

Well, I can’t really say I’m a sports mom, but —

In the late 90’s Colleen was 3 & 4 and we were very active at the Y, and was in gymnastics, ballet, swimming, art class. I taught at the Y – gym & swim, adventure center and babysitting room. I typed at home too AND in the middle worked at a law firm. It was an insane two years or so. She had classes 2-3 days a week AND Chris had speech therapy, occupational therapy, and I also took him to the Y for play time that also really counted as therapy time for him, in the Y’s adventure center. (I’ll link to some pics of them when I’m more awake).

In about 2004 or so our schedule was insane before I almost had a heart attack (not literally, but of course who really knows?) [this was in most of the 04 year on and off after I quit “working” and thought I had to have the total soccer mom schedule AND have a better homes and gardens house (uh, yeah?)

Colleen: swimming, art, volleyball, trumpet lessons, counseling
Chris: on and off speech therapy, OT, and possibly another OT place part of that year (unless that was 05??)
Ryan: speech therapy, OT, toddler school therapy, gym and swim

Now – unfortunately we do “nothing” party0006. I’m too tired from my life to do a thing AND our scholarships expired for the Y *I’ve not worked there since 01* and now that we make more $ I cannot afford the downpayments involved with the Y that they tack on to the scholarships at a higher income bracket.

BUT there’s a workout center right in our community that is free to us that I’m dying to check out (and probably “dying ” literally if I don’t).

Colleen is planning to play in the band next year – drums. I need to check out lessons. I know this will involve countless football games as a high school freshman! She was in choir last year, and band two years before that (since 5th grade). She played the trumpet.

When I was in high school I was in choir, played in the drama club events sometimes (guitar and sang), was guitar accompanyist for the choir, was in art club, on yearbook and newspaper staff, and wrote books and poems, and took guitar lessons. In college I was in swing choir, took piano and voice, and just about quit writing altogether which was a shame. I then was in choir in church for about 10 years until 2001 and also played for the little kids. I started writing again in 1989.

Sports I loved playing basketball but was never on a team. I also practiced gymnastics in my back yard, but again, never took a lesson or did anything (except participated in a cheerleading group in 6th grade for our school levy).

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80’s memories!

stumbled across this — http://www.angelfire.com/pq/philgee/80squiz.html – here’s just a smidgin of it — I love these!

You Know You’re Stuck in the 80’s If:
You relax by putting on your legwarmers and dancing to the “Footloose” soundtrack.
You’re still bitter that Wham! broke up.
Punky Brewster is your hero.
The only video games you play are Frogger and Pac Man.
You’re building your own Clockwork Smurf.
You consider yourself truly, truly, truly outrageous, much like Jem and the Holograms.
You wonder why more people don’t wear high heels, Jordache jeans, and lacy ankle socks.
You call all motorcycle cops “Ponch”.
Every time you go to the beach you look for Snorks.
You’re still upset Madonna and Sean broke up.
You enjoy dancing on the ceiling and wearing your sunglasses at night.
You still think of Janet Jackson as “that girl who used to date Willis”.
You can sing the theme song to Small Wonder.
Every time you see a fountain you want to dance around it and yell “Fame!”
You still have a shoebox full of Garbage Pail Kid cards.
You know it’s not “comma, comma, comma” it’s Karma, Karma, Karma.
You can’t sleep for wondering what Bastian’s mother’s name was in “The Neverending Story”.
You still practice your Care Bear Stare.
You know that girlss just wanna have fuh-un.
You can name all The Wuzzles.
You can do the Safety Dance.
You know whose phone number is 867-5309.
You drink Diet Coke because Max Headroom told you to.
You still watch things on Beta tapes.
You want to change your name to Rio and dance on the sand.
You know that “Weird Science” was a movie before a tv show.
Your favorite proverb is “some like it hot and some sweat when the heat is on.”
Your favorite party game is either Hungry Hungry Hippos or Ants in the Pants.
You saw the New Kids on the Block when they were Tiffany’s opening act.
You practice getting in and out of your car through the windows.
You have the tendency to turn up the collar of your polo shirts.
You keep asking your teachers if instead of the quiz you can take the physical challenge.
You still drink New Coke.
You never go out for a night on the town without frosted blue eyeshadow and feathered bangs.
You can name all of the Thundercats.
You regularLy cry ‘By the power of Grayskull!!’.
Everything in your wardrobe is either pastel or fluorescent.
Sometimes you just want to “Shout, shout, let it all out!
You use your Speak and Spell to phone home.
Sometimes out of the blue you just got to “Shake your love.”

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testimony

in response to: http://www.livejournal.com/users/psychlea/24512.html

I don’t remember a time in my life where I didn’t hear or know about Jesus Christ and Christianity. My mom and dad were divorced when I was 4, and laying down and going to sleep, with the words of Moody Bible Institute on WCRF 103.3 Cleveland Ohio coming into my mind as the radio played, are some of my first memories. Church life was not consistent through the years, but WCRF was always there, as was my family’s Bible and seeing them read and pray.

I was raised Catholic for the most part, and attended Catholic school from 1st through 4th grade. (Didn’t go to Kindergarten!). My whole family was Catholic, but we didn’t go to church a lot. I imagine that the 4 years I attended school were the years that my mom attended most faithfully as that seems to be the norm for when you have a child in a parochial school.

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Quiet in the chaos

Just ate lunch, and got Ryan off on the bus. I need to get back to packing. But I just turned on some Christian songs off Windows Media Player and thought I’d write just a little. It was so nice to finally answer some comments – Thanks for writing everyone and your thoughts/prayers.

It is so hard to wait on this house!! But I know if it’s meant to be it will all work out. All the signs seem to be pointed for it to work out.

It had to go through several steps – and we’re almost done.

  • Offer on house. Did that sometime in August, with waiting for THAT to be accepted.
  • Counteroffered, was turned down, but the other offer was lower than asking. In detail, we offered 134,000 to the 142 asking (I think?) then they countered back at 139,000.
  • We thought about it for a while, then decided to offer 137,000 with appliances included.
  • After we decided to do this, but hadn’t picked up the phone yet, we found out that Chris’s school attendance was NOT a given, and this was right before labor day, on Friday.
  • Waited 5 excruciating days for the school to say YES, Chris can come!
  • Called, gave the counteroffer, and was called back and told, 139,000 WITH appliances. We accepted. A lot of prayer had gone into this, as we were a little worried about almost doubling our mortgage. We will have to get a second mortgage, also, to secure mortgage payments on our first house while we’re trying to sell it, AND to pay off our credit cards.
  • Went in to the broker selling the house, and did loan papers with him, waited a day or so, and he said we were approved. Was shocked we didn’t have to give any income information. Apparently some kind of loan a lot of self-employed people do. (About the 7th of September?)
  • Worried about the form the loan was in, which was called a stated income loan.
  • Had attorneys review the loan (this was in our contract, as we had strange feelings about it from the beginning. Was told it was probably FRAUDULENT.
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