My Grama's Soul

Each of us has our own way to seeing things.  How can one see the "sacred" in something without venturing into the "sweet sentimentality" that comes along with memories. Some see miracles while others see something that is ordinary. Some see beauty while others just see more work to be done.  Many see compassion while others see meddling.  The list could go on forever. This business of the Holidays, the shopping, the stress, the running here and there often means we have little time for sincere reflection of our lives. This holiday I'm challenging myself to see more of the sacred in everyday.  This view is not necessarily strictly from a Christian perspective but from a perspective that engages one's soul.   I'm going to really put some thought to the things I put around my home that reflect my sense of the Holiday season. This Christmas glass is part of a set that has been in my home for over forty years. ...

As it gets closer to Christmas I find myself thinking about Christmas time during my childhood.  My family was one of  very modest means....in fact....often my father was unemployed and my dear mother supported us.  Christmas time could be pretty lean as far as presents went...but we always had a big Christmas dinner   and invited family who were close by.   My mom was always so busy that she often left the Christmas decorating to me....and I gladly did it with what little we had.  In fact, I always enjoyed the task.   My mom NEVER made a Christmas cookie...but she would make cream puffs by the dozen and a home made chocolate cake with hard crunchy frosting that was to die for.  She baked all the pies for Christmas dinner as well as making the actual dinner.  Unfortunately, I was not much help in the kitchen.  I don't know how I ever learned to cook. Anyway.....every Christmas Eve....at midnight they would show A CHRIS...