14 December 2012

. . . hug your children . . .

. . . my heart breaks tonight . . .
. . . the only comfort 
comes from knowing 
those sweet, darling, innocent 
children {and adults, too} in connecticut 
are totally at peace tonight . . .
. . . no doubt 
wrapped in the loving arms 
of their savior, 
whose christmas birth 
we will soon celebrate . . .

. . . but what of their parents? . . .
. . . what of their empty arms? . . .
. . . christmas will 
never seem the same for them . . .

. . . every year at this time, i think 
of the little brother i lost . . .
. . . it helps put this earth life 
into perspective . . .

. . . tonight, i will pray 
for the families of newtown . . .
. . . i will pray that 
as they try to carry on . . .
. . . as they fill christmas stockings . . .
. . . as they wrap gifts . . .
. . . as they struggle 
with the hustle and bustle 
of the season . . .
. . . that they will feel 
the loving arms of the savior 
wrap around them, too . . .



. . . i hope they'll 
hug those around them 
a little bit tighter . . .
. . . i hope they'll 
be a little kinder . . .
. . . and i hope they'll 
find some source of comfort . . . 

. . . for me, it has always been 
my testimony 
of the plan of salvation . . .
. . . the great plan of happiness 
that the atonement of jesus christ 
made possible for each of us . . .


. . . on a much happier note . . .
. . . in the last box of decorations 
i got out today . . .
{please don't judge. i'm running way behind this year}
. . . i found this gem . . .
. . . taken in december of 1992 . . .
. . . exactly twenty years ago . . .
. . . every time i see this photo, 
all i can think is 
"santa! my! 
what dark eyebrows you have!" . . .

{penny's preschool ~ the good ol' days. 
and yes, drew is wearing a red turtleneck 
with a green sweatshirt that says "just say ho". 
precious.} 


. . . also . . .
. . . when i went to bed last night, 
the pool was empty . . .
{algae again/sand blasting tiny pits/trying to avoid 
having to replaster/blahblahblah/don't ask}
. . . then it rained a little . . .


. . . i'm thinking it'll take 
a pretty torrential downpour 
to cut down on our water bill . . .
. . . fingers crossed . . .
. . . my phone says 
the rain should start again 
at about one in the morning . . .
. . . i'm counting on it . . .

{i apologize for the random rambling nature of this post. 
i feel a little scattered today.}


1 comment:

lifeinredshoes said...

This is what keeps us going in the face of such terrible loss. The knowledge and faith that we have the not only will we be reunited, but that this is part of the big plan.
My heart aches for those that don't understand this.

P.S. Your little advent ornaments are heirloom bound!