an unexpected gift


Crop of original painting "Anbetung der H...

Crop of original painting “Anbetung der Hirten” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

(For those of you who follow both my blogs, I’m posting this to both of them today. I don’t usually do this, but I felt it as appropriate to both.)

I’m just getting ready to spend some quiet time with God but I wanted to post before the day gets beyond me.

I don’t know about you but the closer I get to Christmas the more I think of all those projects I wanted to complete but didn’t. All those Pinterest DIY’s that beckon me and awake my creative juices. Making presents for the people in my life is one of the highlights of Christmas for me.

This year it was flannel plaid infinity scarves for the women. It was jute wrapped bottles with the word, “love” spelled out in separate letters on each bottle. It was adorable “HO, HO, HO,” wall :”thingees” I made for friends. Yes, I took pics but honestly doubt I’ll get them posted. I don’t know how everyone is posting Christmas tours of their homes. I have to say mine is beautifully decorated. It’s an old, old house so it lends itself to Christmas anyway. In fact it was during the Holidays that we decided to buy it. But whether you ever see the pics is in question at the moment. But I certainly enjoy those pictures that others have posted. Makes me feel I know them.

I’m winding down now knowing that many of the things I wanted to do aren’t going to get accomplished. But I’m OK with that.

Mary and Joseph were only thinking of one thing, the birth of their Son. That’s what I’m concentrating on today. How the birth of Jesus is meant to impact my life and how I relate to others.

Does Christ make a difference in my life or not?

So today I take time from a very busy day and reflect on a birth I don’t understand. I mean, seriously, a virgin birth? And yet I believe. And what amazes me at this very moment, even as I write, is that if I can believe something as “out-of-box” as a virgin birth, why do I question God in other areas?

Why do I ever question He hears AND answers my prayers? Why do I ever question He can perform miracles. Honestly, until I started writing today, I never made that connection What an unexpected gift of insight I’ve just been given.

Some will scoff at my beliefs. It doesn’t matter. Belief and faith are intensely private and personal. Besides, everyone operates from a belief in something. Everyone.

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One of my roses. Can’t remember which one. 🙂

 

Where I sit sometimes.

Flowers, fur, freedom, feathers, fleece.
Today I’m thankful for flowers. I love gardening and I love all types of flowers. Roses are my favorite and Lady’s Mantle runs a close second. I have lots of roses, not fussy, temperamental ones. If they don’t make it after a couple of years, they’re gone. Today’s post will be short but I will include a number of pictures. 

Another place to sit.
I have many places to sit in my gardens as well. I love to spend time at one of the tables and have my devotions. (For those of you who wonder what “devotions” are, it’s the time I set aside each day to read my bible, think and pray. God just seems closer when I’m in my garden.) This last year I didn’t get to do much of that as we were at our cabin a lot finishing up our newest addition to the property-our adorable little bunkhouse called “La Cabinette”. When we weren’t there, we were at our daughter’s, or helping out my mom. It was a very busy summer. I’m making a vow to spend more time in my garden next year. I feel I missed something that is very important to my sanity.

Raindrop on a Lady’s Mantle leaf. One of my favorite images.

I can’t think of a single flower I don’t like. There are some I prefer to see in someone else’s garden as they’re too invasive or too much trouble, like daisies. I love daisies but once you have them, you have them forever. I like Bee Balm because it attracts hummingbirds but they too are nasty spreaders.

Here’s more.

Wild sunflower. These grow about four feet tall and bloom from about late August through October. Pretty, huh?