All the things to do to get ready for Christmas are gradually getting "checked off" my famous lists. I am trying to prepare my heart for the day we commemorate His birth, even though some king somewhere decided on December 25. That's OK, we are celebrating in a symbolic way no matter when the King of Kings was born.
We are changing several traditions a bit, as I said before, by putting the tree in a different spot and planning on attending even a different church for Christmas Eve. I just can't go sit in "our" pew without LeRoy, and I certainly can't sing as I usually do. The day will come when I can do solo's again, but that time is not now.
I drove out to the cemetery the other day to put some silk poinsettias on the grave. It looked so nice, and felt like an honoring and respecting thing to do. Then I got my Subaru stuck. Got it out myself, tho! Didn't even set the tires to smoking.... I can hear LeRoy chuckling.
I'm still getting so much support, even through printed matter. Our Caring Hands organization seems to send me a newsletter fairly often, and it always has a gem or two.
Today I read about a poem by Philip Larkin. Much of it is not at all cheery, but as he wrote about the inevitability of even granite getting worn down and eventually disappearing, he closed by saying, "Love is what will survive of us." This is from "An Arundel Tomb."
I find that to be a comfort. These mortal bodies will be gone indeed, but love prevails. Especially the love of a Father who sent His son to be born among men, fully God yet fully human. God with us.
As you look up, hunt for that special Star!
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