Tis the season to be ___________!
I wanted to be, I really wanted to be MERRY. I pretty much lost my weeks from Thanksgiving through Christmas. I hope that I’ve learned, I hope that I have walked a bit more in the shoes of the people I serve at our Care Center every Thursday night. I know that it is something to work at, to strive for… being MERRY in pain.
I need to back up a bit for some. Many of you know that my daughter, grand-daughter and son-in-law have been in from their missionary post in Ecuador…it used to be called furlough…now it is called home ‘work’ or something like that (basically fundraising and touching base with churches and supporters here in the States). It also was a chance for Dave and I to see and love all of them 24-7. They were back and forth to Mississippi my son-in-law’s home. Dave and I have officially been empty-nesters for 2 years so having them was a bit of an adjustment, but one that I fully embraced.
So….to make a long story short, it all started with a toothache before Thanksgiving….subsequent horrible root-canal nightmare, complete with swallowing the temporary crown, gagging and having a panic attack yet again in the dentist chair, major pain with major pain killers regime ensued (let’s just say, my advice to those of you who might need one is to go to an endodonist. not just a regular dentist).
At the same time this was happening I had Thanksgiving for the first time in my life, a big deal for a non-cook with a toothache, my mom took a bad fall that scared us all, made three more Christmas feasts for family, caught the stomach flu (down for two more days, at least lost a couple of lbs…but you know, of course I gained them back quickly), helped Dave unscrew all our kitchen cabinets so we could give them to Habitat (remodel starting next week), made a trip to the Delta to say our tearful goodbyes to our kids (I was a bit sadder than Dave who is going next month…yeah, I get to shovel snow, now that makes my heart very MERRY, but somehow I still love this word).
And this story is starting to feel a bit like If you Give a Mouse a Cookie.
So I’m going to go back to this word MERRY.
I usually love Merry Christmas. I usually love Merry New Year and Merry Valentines and Merry Martin Luther King and Merry Snow Day and Merry Kids and Merry Vacation….I love love love Merry when the sun is shining and all is right in my heart. It seems like it’s been an awfully long time since I’ve laughed until it hurts. However, life is not always one big MERRY. For the people I serve getting groceries at the Care Center, it is not. For one of my little girls who has to go to work with her Dad every night, sleeping and trying to get her home work done as she travels there in the car it is not MERRY at all. But do you know what? She chooses MERRY, every day when she hugs me good morning; she chooses MERRY.
And somehow I believe that I can live with this spirit of MERRY. I can wake each morning grateful and MERRY. MERRY can be how I greet and teach in my very last year. MERRY can be the way I look at a keyboard that sometimes refuses to be creative, like I like. MERRY can be a way I approach physical pain…emotional pain… that is harder for me, but with my God walking with me, my life of a spinning Merry-go-Round can be just that… sometimes I’m dizzy, but still MERRY.
I love this quote by Shakespeare…
Our stern alarums changed to MERRY meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
MERRY, MERRY my slicing friends.