Thursday, December 2, 2010

Season of Lights

It is the Festival of Lights - a time to remember and celebrate God's ability to provide just what we need, when we need it, in spite of what we may think we need.


Last December my husband spent nearly half the month in the hospital. He was on strict bed-rest and a liquid diet, able to walk only as far as the waiting room to hug our then two-year old son. While he was in the hospital, the building containing my small business burned. It was one of those times when I felt I was "walking through" the dark valley. Friends, family, and the silent embrace of the Creator surrounded me.


Fast-forward a year. God certainly did deliver our little family from the trials of that particular season. My husband is much recovered, my business is in a new location, our son barely remembers those weeks of distress when Daddy didn't come home; life has moved on. I am glad to remember where I was then, and be glad for where I am now, so that next time when (that is when not if) I have to "walk through" I will remember to keep on going. God's light ultimately triumphs over the darkness.


Sometimes God gives us just enough so that we complete the work He has given us. When the festival is over, and "real life" has resumed, let the memories of your celebration, and the hope of God's triumphant purity, carry you through.


Wednesday, December 1, 2010

God Rest Fishy

Dearly Beloved, we are gathered today in the presence of friends, family, God, and our commode to honor the passing of Fishy. Fishy brought joy and life to our home. He kept a constant vigil over our child’s room – never wavering in his post. Fishy was such a favorite, and we regret and are pained that he died such a needless and violent death at the hands of a thoughtless 3 year old; he leaves behind a traumatized partner, Fishette, who barely survived the tragedy herself. Fishy and Fishette were peaceful companions, floating and darting in their gallon tank in obvious contentment. Though there are many others like him, and the world may count his cost to be a small one, his memory shall ever be priceless in all of our hearts. God rest Fishy! (woosh)