I spoke of updating my blog on facebook and I am now here to make good on that statement. However, I am missing one crucial element...photos. Somehow I cannot make them work on my laptop. Which is very sad, since I happen to have a very beautiful family:) So for now you will have to get along just with my babblings and musings.
Life has gone on since my last post, as it is apt to do. Christmas has come and gone. It was hectic, beautiful, and precious. As a parent, it has come to mean so much more. I've decided that I need to try harder each year to make it special in many ways. I will bring Santa into my children's lives because I believe it is magical and not lying if you don't make it the most important thing. However, what troubles me is the importance of helping them to understand about the little baby who changed our world, our lives and our very souls. I hope that I am up to the task, I hope that I can convey my love for the Savior to them in a way that will create a flame of love and desire to grow closer to Him. Perhaps I over think things...
On a completely different note, I have been thinking about soldiers lately. About their sacrifice, about their lives and courage. At times it can make me cry with gratefulness. I am not entirely sure where these bursts of thought and love are coming from, but either way I am acknowledging them as something meaningful.
I have to honestly say I don't know if I have the courage to be a soldier. People who know me well know that I do not do well with pain and suffering...not my own, but watching others. It physically hurts me and I become so upset because I can't do anything to help. I could probably die of pain from that alone. I live in a great country, I am free and own a home. My life is relatively pain free and I am not worried about invasions or extreme poverty. I have a family who loves me and a son whom I love beyond my wildest dreams. How incredibly blessed I am. And I owe a great debt of gratitude to all soldiers of all eras who have ever put their lives in danger for a cause they believed in. For their families...their children, husbands, and wives. They are true heroes and I want to find a way to help those who come home....those who come home wounded in many ways, many of them not physically visible. These people have something inside of them that I apparently don't and I love them for it. God bless them.
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Hey! Thanks for the update! Wanted to tell you how I do pics.
ReplyDeleteI opened a photobucket account and upload my pics there. Then I copy the html code they provide and put it into the blog post, click the edit html tab, and then back to the other tab on the blog editor. You should now have a large pic. Click the picture and resize it, then click the button on the editor bar that says link. It works great for me. :)
We also make sure our talking of Christ at Christmas and our talk of Santa are seperate. We know that Santa will get most of Christmas day, so we use the whole week before Christmas to teach the kids about Christ and that Christmas is His birthday. J and H even helped make a Birthday cake that we sang around on the 23rd. On the 24th we read the scripture story of His birth and we leave out Luminaries to signal to Joseph and Mary that WE have room for Christ in our home. We line our driveway with them and it really is a beautiful sight. Anyway, just wanted to share how we keep Santa separate. Love you and Miss you!
Thanks Cynthia. You are awesome! I miss you so much
ReplyDeleteAh Lindsey. Thanks for your thoughts. I have a couple soldiers close to my heart too. Thank you for appreciating them.
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