My True Love gave to me….A Home.
A very different home than we have embraced for over 25 years…but still a home. This years Thanksgiving was spent gathered around a picnic table and an outdoor fireplace on our Florida friendly patio. Gone was the Mahogany dining table and surrounding high back Queen Anne chairs. Gone was the china cabinet filled with antique china hand painted with pink roses and gold trimmed edges. This year, paper plates and paper napkins replaced china and linen.
We are in our new little cottage this year so our surroundings are different. There is no formal dining room and china is boxed away for a “someday” daughter give-away.
It was a different Thanksgiving but it was filled with “Thanksgiving” none-the-less. It was filled with full tummy’s and full hearts.
Last week I got a brain storm idea. Yes, I know, earth shattering but true. For the past oh-so-many years, my Christmas Tree has been decorated in royal purple to match the colors of our formal living room. (The one that was next to the formal dining room). I gave away all the purple bulbs, ribbon and beads when we were packing to move this January. I knew no formal living room was at the other end of the U-Haul drive. Last week, as I contemplated the fact that my Christmas tree will need to be different this year, and our family days of Christmas would be looking quite different as well as our family is spread from the East to the West, I decided I would make my tree very different and decorate with Black and White pictures of Christmases past.
As one photo after another streamed off the printer, tears streamed down my face.
Oh how quickly it all goes by.
Oh how quickly boys become young men coming to Thanksgiving dinner ON motorcycles instead of UNWRAPPING them and ruffles of christmas crinoline become skinny jeans and cowgirl boots.
As I packed up decorations yesterday from our first Thanksgiving in this house and pulled out boxes to decorate for our first Christmas in this house, I thought about how true it is that a house is only a home when Jesus is the foundation. He is the only one who remains the same.
“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise (WOMAN) who builds her house on THE ROCK.”
People change. Life moves around. He is always home.
Where He goes I go, where He stays I stay.
How about you? Was your Thanksgiving much like years gone by or was if a year of “different”?
My December give-away begins today as we count down to Christmas Day together. I am having my best give-away of the year so GET YOUR NAME ENTERED EVERY TIME YOU SAY HELLO THIS MONTH!!