After Christmas Day

We enjoyed today.  Lazying around.  Trying to eat healthy and resist that yummy candy that was in my stocking.  :)  Mylon worked on his 52' Ford pickup today in his shop.  It was rainy and cold and cloudy and that was nice.  Patrick came home today from Austin, from his moms, opened more presents, and seems happy.  He has been up in his room mostly playing his new XBOX kinect.

Thanksgiving was shared at mom's and dad's in NM.  It was wonderful.  She had the home decorated so beautiful with Christmas.  We ate a lot of good food, had lots of laughs with my siblings and sisters-n-laws and nieces and nephews.  We went to White Sands one day and sled down the tall sand dunes.  It is a very pretty place to see. I had been to White Sands back in in July.   We shopped in Ruidoso. Mylon, Dad, Micah, Patrick and I went on a 4 hour hike up a mountain and it was challenging for me and tiring, but I am glad I did it, was very pretty.

There were laughs and a few tears, but we all made it a special week and we couldn't have done it at all without mom and dad.  They were overly generous as always.  Their love and their actions are so appreciated and I pray God blesses them continually for their self-less-ness.  Thank you Mom and Dad.

Back to homeschooling January 3rd.  Back to exercise and getting a new focus on God and life.

Growing

A rose was born.
It grew.
It became scared.
It closed up it’s bloom.
Or had it bloomed yet at all?
One petal at a time would open.
From time to time.
The rose noticed other roses close by.
Were they all in this together?
Not wanting to be like all of the other roses.
Wanting to be like all of the other roses.
Not even wanting to be a rose.
Grew thorns and lots of them.
Creatures came and battered the rose.
People accidentally ran over the rose.
The rose used her thorns to hurt others.
Always ready.
First in defense.
Then to hurt others.
The rose did a lot of damage to others.
The rose felt as if it were the only one.
One day it took notice of the other roses around her.
How did they survive?
They did not mind the roughness all around them.
They did not mind the rain and lightening strikes.
They were beautiful.
She watched.
They only opened up their petals to the rain.
They only grew stronger after being stepped on.
To be like that?
The rose decided yes.
Now, open to rain, open to lightening.
One petal at a time.
Thorns used for good
Used only when needed.
Not used for bad.
Petals to love others.
Petals wide open.




A.Honea 2011

Christmas by Children

I love this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=kWq60oyrHVQ