It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.

Author Unknown

Wednesday, December 09, 2015

Chapter 12, Page 9, Book 15

Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas.

Dale Evans Rogers

December 9th - Advent is a season of Surprises

Probably the reason we all go so haywire at Christmastime with the endless unrestrained and often silly buying of gifts is that we don't quite know how to put our love into words.

Harlan Miller

Our anxieties of daily life can monopolize our time and energy so that we lose sight of God’s plans and see only our own plans.  Our daily cares, whatever they are, always seem to get our attention because they always seem to be staring us in the face, whereas the realities of prayer and love, compassion and forgiveness, are not always foremost in our thoughts.

The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes
Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:
Far fairer than when placidly it streamed,
The brook its frozen architecture makes,
And under bridges white its swift way takes.
Snow comes and goes as messenger who dreamed
Might linger on the road; or one who deemed
His message hostile gently for their sakes
Who listened might reveal it by degrees.
We gird against the cold of winter wind
Our loins now with mighty bands of sleep,
In longest, darkest nights take rest and ease,
And every shortening day, as shadows creep
O'er the brief noontide, fresh surprises find.

Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnets: December

We may get things done, even lots of good works, in timely and careful fashion, but we may lose our hearts in the doing. Advent season is a time be aware of the surprises of delight that can be found all around us. Enjoy the wonderful, warming traditions, but be ready for those startling moments that shake us a little and help us to remember that this time of waiting is worth it. Embrace the surprises of the season

Christmas is a time of little time.
How we get there is a mystery.
Racing madly mall to mall, we climb
Into fields of sunlit harmony.
Shopping, cooking, clearing walks and yards,
Trimming house and tree while working, too;
Making phone calls, wrapping, writing cards,
As all worn out we do what we must do
So that this day of joy might joy renew.

Nicholas Gordon 


betty said...

So much wealth of wisdom here, Ma. Each nugget you shared here is a great one and one to ponder and think about today :)


jack69 said...

Funny how such a joyous season is so hectic, but it normally comes down to a Merry Christmas.
Love the last poem..... And always liked Dale Evans!

Rick Watson said...

Another beautiful post Ma.