As we enter this beautiful, full, rich, prayerful time of year, as we look to understand our faith deeper and to engage our children in the rituals we cherish, as we ready our homes to deck our halls and ride the wave of story, creating memories, immersing in the season……..who is there?
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. Matthew 6:21
There are backyard barbeques on crystal summer days. Charbroil and hickory wafting to seemingly endless summer sky, creating forever an imprint of happiness, bliss. Of togetherness. Of safety.
Emerald grass, lemon yellow marigolds and neon pink petunia-trimmed. Lawn chairs, neatly arranged earlier, now haphazardly strewn. Yanked by eager friends joining burgeoning, lively conversations.
A day, lingeringly, gratefully, spent with friends sans daily rigor. Heightened by comfort, familiarity, ease. Love.
There are Sunday afternoons slogging through wintry woods to a frozen pond deep within. Ice skates flung over shoulders and bumping with each step. Bright sun, radiant at eye level. Yet hiding behind full beauty of firs and leafless beauty of maple, oak. There is the anticipation, the newness of the adventure. But more so, the reveling in now.
The walk. The talk. The silence in between. The being-together.
And festive casseroles await in best china on hand embroidered linens. Aroma of roast beef, garlic mashed potatoes, buttered asparagus waft throughout the house. We enter and bring frosty January air with us. But only briefly. For candles and dimly lit inviting den, leather Queen Anne chairs straddle cracking fireplace, casting welcome glow on shelf after shelf of inviting tomes.
There is a high pitched hearty laugh here; the murmur of quiet, deep conversation there; the scrape of a pot, the multitude of sounds made by those comfortable, enjoying life. Appreciating life. Thankful for Life.
Keep open house. Be generous with your lives. By opening up to others you’ll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven. Job 8:21
What makes these cherished memories? The timing. The feeling. The reasons.
We are guests in treasured ones’ lives. They are guests in ours’.
These loved ones who create these memories, who decorate these memories. Many gone. Most long gone. Called Home to their Eternal Reward. At the time, were they cherished? Was I grateful? Cognizant of how truly blessed I was? Am?
Live generously and graciously toward others, the way God lives toward you. Matthew 5:48
These angels the Lord sends our way? Some for a moment, some a season, some a lifetime.
The ones who make the ordinary extraordinary. The ones who decorate our memories. The ones who teach us what special is.
The people, the laughter, the Light, the Word. The ordinary. The good and bad. They are with us along the journey for it all.
And, for this blessing, we thank God.
Copyright 2012 Christine Mooney