Different Worlds

Throughout this season of Christmas, I have been pondering the fact that each of us lives in our own little world. Even individuals in each family have their own. Pieces of our worlds are combined with others at different times throughout the day. Right now I am working (?) at the bank, sharing this world with my co-workers.

 

This morning, when I woke up, it was just me and Jesus before my sweetie woke up. After he woke up, it was shared not only with him, but the cats and dog as I fed them. As customers come in, I share a piece of their world as they talk about their Christmas, the kids being home, presents they received or gave. Some are quiet, saying it was ok, which means it wasn’t the best one they have ever had, others can’t wait to share what the little ones did when they opened up packages from Santa Claus.

 

Sunday mornings are shared with others at church, basking in the light of our Lord, whether we are sharing prayer requests, studying His Word, or just fellowshipping-sharing the blessings and happenings of the week.

 

There are also times when we share with friends and family, merging the worlds for just a short time, even if it is just on the phone. Even though I have two unofficial grandkids, in my husband’s family, the first “official” grandchild is on the way, due to be here in March. There is a lot of excitement about that.

 

It was odd not to have my sweetie’s dad there. His mom did very well, even when she gave out “final” pictures of him. It still doesn’t seem like he is gone. There is just so much peace knowing that he is with Jesus right now, with a perfect body and no pain.

 

This was our first Christmas in 6 years without at least one of the boys. No one knows where one of them is, and the other is in his own apartment and we didn’t hear from him. We did hear from our daughter, tho, & she & the kids are doing great (even the one on the way). It was extremely peaceful and quiet in the whole neighborhood.

 

We are looking forward to having a great year next year, to wipe out the pains in this past one. I know there will be many other “worlds” that I will enter for moments at a time, & I pray that they will all be blessed this year also.

 

The Care and Feeding of Jerry...Organizing the dresser drawers

I am trying to think of a clever introduction to this conversation this morning, but I can’t. It speaks for itself….

Where are my t-shirts?

In the third drawer.

They don’t go there, you know that. T-shirts go with underwear, and underwear NEVER goes in the sock drawer.

Of course not!

Do you know why?

(I smile here)

Because your foot should never touch your butt. You can put that in your book.

Books Have to Sing..

This morning I pick up a book my sweetie was reading. It was a Christian book, by a very good psychologist. I read the chapter heading and commented that he was on what should be a good chapter. He said the book was hard to read. I have to say that I have read parts of another book this man wrote and it had helped me at a difficult time. I was curious, so with a quizzical look, I asked why.

 

“Books have to sing.” He said, “The book we read on our trip flowed and sang. It kept your attention and was really well written. People will ask me why I read books that are not Christian, like Bill Bryson’s books. Don’t get me wrong, there are good Christian books out there, like Blue Like Jazz, now that book sang. He just happens to be a Christian.”

 

He doesn’t know it, but he can sing when he writes. It isn’t often, but it is good. I just hope and pray that when I finish my books, they will sing.

 

Mommy Things....

I have the privilege of smiling right now. When the alarm went off this morning, I asked if I could stay in bed. My sweetie said “sure, but who will do all the mommy things?”

 

He meant all the mommy things such as making the coffee, feeding the kitties their breakfast, giving the dog her medicine, making sure daddy is taken care of-such as having lunch and clothes. Mommies ARE important, particularly in the morning!

 

I also smile because yesterday, when I was talking to my daughter, I told her that I had to get some mayonnaise from the store. I then asked her if she knew it was a mortal sin for a wife to run out of mayonnaise. She was very surprised at this and I laughed. It’s in the Book of Jerry—you know, the one that has all the quirks and idiosyncrasies specific to many men, but particularly specific to my sweetie. You know, the one that says pants hangers are bad (normal ones that leave a crease in the middle of the leg are just fine) and drinking glasses in the cabinets are to be placed right side up, not upside down (is that a southern thing?).

 

I have many things written in various places that have also brought many smiles. This morning another book title has arisen. It’s not the book of Jerry, it is “The Care and Feeding of Jerry” with a subtitle “Helps for Brides to Be, Newlyweds and all other Wives” or something like that.

 

Hmmm….it looks like I need to get going on my writing! If it would only pay the bills at the same time!