As Thanksgiving rolls around, we start to get really excited about Christmas here at the Rhodes abode. This year we went to Arizona to spend the holiday with my parents, but despite the trip--- we still got the tree up on Thanksgiving weekend. I have insisted on a real tree the past few years, mostly because we had a fake one that we used in our condo- FOR FOUR YEARS-- when we first moved to SoCal. So! Practical or not, we put up a real tree every year now. Every year, I am romanced by the wonderful smell, the ritual of getting the tree, pulling out all of our cherished ornaments. But now, even I must admit-- it was really, really, dead a long time ago. It's kinda brown, very droopy, and really doesn't smell like much of anything anymore. Maybe, just maybe, I'll go for a fake one next year--BUT IT HAS TO BE A REALLY CONVINCING ONE! Farewell Christmas Tree 2010, you were beautiful while you lasted.
I am a girl with strong faith. Strong, blind, childlike faith. My atheist friends are bewildered by it. They cannot understand how such a smart woman would believe such "nonsense". I have no explanation other than, I just do. I preface this post with that statement because, you won't find me quoting scripture here. Though I would if I were more confident in my ability to do so competently. I do not have that confidence, never have. I am a believer. My belief has been nurtured by life experience, by answered prayers, by constant evidence that God cares about me. I see his hand in big things and small. I look to him for guidance and help in all things. I am not a Biblical scholar. I have always been somewhat insecure about that. I am bolstered up by the words of a Godly woman much wiser than I who assures me that "I am living my walk out loud". My faith is not in my knowledge of the scripture, but in the...
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