love can come in STRANGE disguises

it’s monday…but no giggles today (well, maybe just a few.)

Hugs & blessings has been quiet as of late.

But, I do hope to be more present very soon.

Recovering from an auto-accident I’ve spent this Advent Season

healing,

grieving,

and

appreciating all the grace I’ve received during this period of convalescing.

“You know what time it is, how it is now the moment for you to wake from sleep. For salvation is nearer to us now than when we became believers, the night is far gone, the day is near.” Romans 13: 11-12

During Advent we hear the secret of God’s love within us. We have long felt the stirrings of the Life within – the kicks and leaps of God in us yearning to be born. And God will come – poor and hungry, a child wrapped in swaddling cloths.

Will we make room for Him?

Each of us is an Innkeeper who decides if there is room for Jesus.

See Luke 2:7

There is undoubtedly a Christmas tree in our home, our lights are strung and glowing, our pantries are full, and we are ready to entertain family and friends – but have we made room to feed and welcome the Stranger who comes unannounced?

These STRANGE-ones came unannounced.

But I am so very glad they did!

Giggles.

Bearing great joy they arrived one by one, to set up my home with Christmas glee when I was unable. God filled them (and those whose were not captured in these photos) with good things, who reigned down compassion upon me this Advent Season.

It is not easy to relinquish control.

But I am so grateful to have let go and let Love in.

I hope to be back more regularly again very soon!

But until then I continue to send you my hugs n’ my blessings….may you too welcome the Stranger in this Christmas Season – and be grateful each time that you do!

little girls soften their dad’s hearts

It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.”

Anne Sexton

A Good News Report: The triumph of forgiveness.

My Uncle passed away recently. He was my father’s youngest brother, as well as the sibling he was the closest with. I went to the funeral home to pay my respects and I visited with relatives I had not seen in many years – probably since the last funeral!

It was good to be with my dad’s family and I appreciated the warm affection they extended toward me.

My own father passed away at the age of 45. Struck by an underage DUI driver he suffered a massive brain injury and died some many months later from multiple complications. The irony is that my father was (himself) an alcoholic. The police report indicated both individuals shared fault in this tragic accident. Witnesses reported my father walked out into oncoming traffic after leaving a nearby bar; and while not sustaining any physical injuries, the young girl behind the wheel suffered her own terrible consequences.

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call. me. love. (a birthday poem.)

Love is patient and kind.

1Corinthians 13:4

For all the many ways we are called to become LOVE itself!

Once upon a time there was a chaquita-banana girl

celebrating a very special day.

And though her daddy wouldn’t be there,

he loved her just the same!

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