I’m reading your beautiful words as I eat my late breakfast or early lunch, whatever you want to call it. It is my first meal of the day as I fast in the mornings. Reading your words brought sustenance to my soul. Truly. I needed words of tenderness about the meaning of so much of what we put up as Christmas decorations which in many cases are really memories of other times, happier times. I think of you closing down your mum’s house and my heart breaks for you. I also want you to know it is a blessing and a gift to do so. You were entrusted to her care long ago. Now she, and all she left behind as her memory leaves her are entrusted to you. You are doing it with such honor, and grace, and beauty. Thank you for taking the time in the midst of all this to write these words. All we ever have to bring to God and to each other is our hearts. Your’s is full of such tenderness and so much love.
I must have missed this beautiful and moving post (as are all of yours). As Sue said, you combine different threads so effortlessly (that’s the effect, anyway!). Your posts are always so well-crafted. The disappearing shepherds tale is hilarious! That Christmas carol is a favourite of too, both the simple, pure tune and heartfelt words.
So beautiful and poignant. I love how you weave all the bits together, sharing your stories in such a way that we see ourselves in them. We unearth our own memories and get in touch with the feelings we don't often allow. I definitely need to learn more about Epiphany!
So lovely as usual, Jen. I found myself beside you as you merried through your Christmas holidays and holy days. Touching to witness the depth of one's true worship of the Lord. And your Mum"s handiwork to greet you each morning. All goosebumps of love-shared memories that move us still.
So lovely as usual, Jen. I found myself beside you as you merried through your Christmas holidays and holy days. Touching to witness the depth of one's true worship of the Lord. And your Mum"s handiwork to greet you each morning. All goosebumps of love-shared memories that move us still.
I’m reading your beautiful words as I eat my late breakfast or early lunch, whatever you want to call it. It is my first meal of the day as I fast in the mornings. Reading your words brought sustenance to my soul. Truly. I needed words of tenderness about the meaning of so much of what we put up as Christmas decorations which in many cases are really memories of other times, happier times. I think of you closing down your mum’s house and my heart breaks for you. I also want you to know it is a blessing and a gift to do so. You were entrusted to her care long ago. Now she, and all she left behind as her memory leaves her are entrusted to you. You are doing it with such honor, and grace, and beauty. Thank you for taking the time in the midst of all this to write these words. All we ever have to bring to God and to each other is our hearts. Your’s is full of such tenderness and so much love.
I must have missed this beautiful and moving post (as are all of yours). As Sue said, you combine different threads so effortlessly (that’s the effect, anyway!). Your posts are always so well-crafted. The disappearing shepherds tale is hilarious! That Christmas carol is a favourite of too, both the simple, pure tune and heartfelt words.
So beautiful and poignant. I love how you weave all the bits together, sharing your stories in such a way that we see ourselves in them. We unearth our own memories and get in touch with the feelings we don't often allow. I definitely need to learn more about Epiphany!
So lovely as usual, Jen. I found myself beside you as you merried through your Christmas holidays and holy days. Touching to witness the depth of one's true worship of the Lord. And your Mum"s handiwork to greet you each morning. All goosebumps of love-shared memories that move us still.
Much love for your New Year, Janis
So lovely as usual, Jen. I found myself beside you as you merried through your Christmas holidays and holy days. Touching to witness the depth of one's true worship of the Lord. And your Mum"s handiwork to greet you each morning. All goosebumps of love-shared memories that move us still.
Much love for your New Year, Janis
sigh. so lovely.