Christmas just does this to me.

I just bought this song on iTunes. By Matt Wertz. Love him and his curly hair.

I digress.

I put up and lit our Christmas tree tonight. No ornaments yet, the lights took too long. I think the lights look really great though. I love Christmas trees. They are so warm and friendly. I usually turn off all the lights except the tree lights and just relax. It's all very comforting to me.

I couldn't help but let my mind wander, (per usual) while I was lighting the tree. I can't wait to be able to do this in my own house, with my own family. We used to decorate the tree as a family, when I was a kid. I want to do that with my future family. Maybe involve hot chocolate and a fireplace, I want to create the warm Christmas memories I have for my own kids.

That's all.

"I'll spend the night down on the sofa; with the lights left on the tree; the dishwasher humming in the kitchen; sing me to sleep."

Priorities.

We have our priorities wrong. Everyone. Me too. I'll be the first to admit it.

Working retail around Christmas makes me ill. We are so missing the point.

I had a woman get angry with myself and two of my coworkers yesterday because we did not have this stupid stuffed singing snowman on sale like the other Hallmark. I give this woman props for not wanting to pay full price ($30, really?), but she still wanted it, SO she loses there.

Why do we need singing stuffed snowmen to make us happy? Why America???? Some people would be happy with a blanket, or shoes, or a roof, or socks, or A MEAL. This is just America or Detroit even.

Just a thought.

Everyone needs to slow down, take a breath, and thank God for the fact that we have what He has given us. All we have is enough. All I have is MORE than enough. So for now, I will breathe, I will pray, I will be thankful, and I will take the time to look at the stars, and remain in awe of my amazing Father, so full of Grace for me that I do not deserve.

Thanksgiving.

I'm going to write a cliche' Thanksgiving post. I am, I am! :)

I'm very tired right now. And we didn't even eat turkey, we are ham people. This is how that conversation went, about 3 years ago. "I never really liked turkey" "Me either", "Me either", etc. "Then why do we eat turkey?" "I don't know" lol. I love it.

So long story short. I'm thankful for God's continual love and you.

The end.

Missing.

Sooo remember when we were in elementary school, and there was that day that the boys and girls were separated? The girls in one room, boys in another. We listened to a talk that would scare the bejesus out of us and then run back to the classroom and tell each other what we learned?

Remember that awkward day? I do. And I have a point, and I swear I'm getting to it.

Was there another day when the girls and boys were separated, and we were taught how to talk to each other? Like a dating class or something?

I feel like I missed it.

That's all. :P

Bluster.

It's my favorite time of year.

When it starts to get dark early, when the first thing I do in the morning is wrap myself in a blanket and head downstairs. Wear slippers all day every day.

I love the blustery days. I love to hear the wind out my window, like tonight. I love drinking tea and have it just warm me up.

Call me crazy, but it's just what I like.

On that note, I will leave you with a poem that best fits this blog.

My November Guest, By: Robert Frost

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list;
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
ANd they are better for her praise.

So broken.

I've been encountering a odd mixture of this world lately.

Lately, I've been SO surrounded and aware of this broken world. More so than I really have ever cared to believe existed. But then again, through this I am seeing such brilliant light. God just spilling out His love. From everyone. I don't think it could be ignored. Acknowledged by everyone or not, it's there. I'm certainly not ignoring it. I'm going to try my best to ignite it.

It's a beautiful thing. This broken world is made so beautiful by the love and grace and hope it provokes. I don't feel discouraged at all by it. It makes my faith stronger. The glory of God is so bright when everything is so dark.

And it again reminds me how incredibly blessed I am. I'm really blessed. I don't think I'll ever be able to wrap my brain around it. I don't know how I deserve it, but there it is.

That is all. Short and sweet. This has just been on my mind lately.