I Don't Have A Favorite Holiday Memory

"Write about a favorite holiday memory?"  That is the writing prompt offered... I wish I could remember holidays from my childhood. I remember pictures of a Christmas or two. I can remember some foods from Thanksgiving meals-but I think those were from adult years, not growing up years. Birthdays? No memories there. This could be depressing.

So the question did not say the memories needed to be from growing up years...a funny time one Fourth of July in Floyd, VA- sitting on the front porch at Blanche and Fred 's (in laws) and the fireworks seemed like they took forever in between. When there were two or three close together we joked about it being the finale. The fireworks were more like stutter-works.

I really enjoy holidays with the kids, though my fear is they might have the same non-memories as I have. I would really hate that. Then I think of folks like June and others who really go hog-wild on the holidays - decorations galore. I just can't do that. I don't feel right about that.

What I do love more than a favorite holiday memory - is enjoying dinner evey evening at the table with Charles and the kids. Having them teasing each other, or busting out laughing at Charles or some other silliness. Asking a question or sharing something from their day. Those times are my favorites! Everyday favorites.

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P.S. Some Mondays are like that too.

The work I do leaves me feeling…

The work I do leaves me feeling...

Ashamed...  I have not done the work. I am not prepared. I am relying on too many sources and not enough on The Source. I am more concerned with who is in worship than The One we have gathered to worship.

Embarrassed... my thoughts are not complete and they do not flow like I would like them to. I rely too much on my crappy notes. My speech idiosyncrasies dominate - I stutter and stammer and repeat myself.

Ecstatic... that people we invite to worship because it is All Saints Sunday and we are remembering a loved one actually come! That I have the privilege of serving with a "Deacon on Location" who invites others to serve with us in worship, has some wonderful altar candles and decor, and assists in organizing and readying the space for worship.

Amused... that I have prayed and asked God to send us "the people no one else wants"* and we have become a quirky, diverse, ragtag, messy, and chaotic church that really works at loving everyone.

Stunned... by the simple yet powerful witness of an acolyte.

Some Sundays are like that.

*Thanks Jorge A. for sharing this prayer wisdom.

NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month)

Okay, so I just learned about this at about 10 pm tonight (pre-time change, but still late). I have been really wanting to blog more and so I am hopeful this will help. I am counting on the daily "prompts" to really help - because right now I need all the help I can get. So, this is it... November, a new blog beginning.

Help me Holy Ghost!!