Monday, November 28

Sounds of the Season

Already, the music stations are playing non-stop Christmas music. And since I cannot see the snow or feel the ice cold air...I am listening to the familiar sounds of the season.

Tonight, I am missing a cup of Starbucks with my sweet aroma crew. I am missing ice covered sidewalks with Jen and Wen. I am missing pasta and breadsticks with Jenna. I am missing random Christmas parties. I am missing Bethel. I am missing the smell of cold air. I am missing Rochester. I am missing New York. Grandparents and aunts and uncles seem very far away. Friends from high school are moving on with their lives. My friends are having children...and their children are growing! This is my very first Christmas away from the place I have called home.

It occurs to me that at some point, permanent traditions become not so permanent. This Christmas some traditions will remain but many new traditions will begin. I will see new faces. I will feel warm air. I will stand on the beach instead of in a yard full of snow. I will be with my parents and my sister...my brother will most likely be on the other side of the country. I will put up my very own Christmas tree. I will try to send out Christmas cards on time. :) I will make Christmas cookies and maybe I will even share them with the neighbors. I will spend a good chunk of change blessing my kids...despite the challenges, I love them dearly. I will go to Christmas parties. I will go to church. I will draw close to God in this new season.

All is well.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Funny how the faces of each season we go through spiritually changes, the same way environmental seasons change the further down the road we travel. All that we remember and hold dear to our hearts from yesterday are a part of what makes us the people we have become today. Each lesson learned, each friendship created braught us here to impact the world we live in now. If we could for one second think about the importance of learning how the power of God can use us through each season we face...whether it be raining, or snowing, we would be filled not with regret or loss, but with joy and peace. The purpose of your life is before you, The fire and passion that fuels your desires lives within you...Let it burn! Love You lot's, - Joshua

Anonymous said...

im still in this place called home... yet im missing just the same...
id give anything to sit at starbucks with the sweet aromaers crowding the upper room of ridge roads store... id give anything to be sitting in my family room with the one dayers praying together for each other or worshipping as you lead us with your amazing voice and heavenly guitar talent.... id give anything to sit at olive garden with pasta and bread sticks or soup and salad and revisit the past memories, catch up on the current life stuff, and dream of the future... i miss you april. i miss you alot... be blessed my friend....
~ jenna

Anonymous said...

im still in this place called home... yet im missing just the same...
id give anything to sit at starbucks with the sweet aromaers crowding the upper room of ridge roads store... id give anything to be sitting in my family room with the one dayers praying together for each other or worshipping as you lead us with your amazing voice and heavenly guitar talent.... id give anything to sit at olive garden with pasta and bread sticks or soup and salad and revisit the past memories, catch up on the current life stuff, and dream of the future... i miss you april. i miss you alot... be blessed my friend....
~ jenna