I’ve been so blessed.
I’ve spent hours today thinking about family — my good parents, my children and darling, precious grandchildren. I’ve spent hours thinking about the Savior. I’ve spent time thinking about my life, where I fall short, where I could do so much better — and I recommitted to do so.
I’ve spent time with my thoughts about my brothers and sisters. I love each of them. Each has been instrumental in my life, from my stalwart and wonderful example, Louise, to my little sis, Carol, who I have come to know I can count on for anything.
I’ve spent time cooking, and cleaning and reading, and painting and talking to people I love on the phone. And I realize, this is what I want to do and where I want to be. I loved talking to Blythe, and Annes, and Fisher, and Kez! I talked to Scott and Trace and Kelle. And Cam just called and chatted for about 15 minutes, as well. YAY! All my children! That’s what today is about. And I can hardly wait to see Easton tomorrow!
I read a book by Sherri Dew: No Doubt About It. What an inspirational writer! And all over again, I am so thankful for good, interesting, inspiring books that can lift us and magnify us and direct us. This quote is pure gospel to me:
“Our spirits long for us to remember the truth about who we are, because the way we see ourselves, or our sense of identity, affects everything we do. It affects the way we behave, the way we respond to uncertainty, the way we see others, the way we handle pressure and disappointment, the way we feel about ourselves, and the way we make choices. In short, it determines how we live our lives. So, the question we might all do well to ponder is not only who we are, but who we have always been.”
I feel at peace. I have thought about my Mother, who died two years ago this week. I miss her, but I feel so peaceful about her.
I feel good about the gifts I gave. I feel happy and content. I feel wonderful about the things I made this year. They give me JOY!
I feel like I have treated myself well this week. My weight is down. I’m not puffy. I’m not bloated. That feels so good.
And, when I wrote “Christmas Gift” on facebook, I got so many comments about where this tradition originated and why we — on the Rollins side — say it. And I felt so warm and safe belonging to a family full of heritage and strength and character. I realize, all over again, that Christmas IS a gift if we listen and feel and pray and study and obey.
I’m so grateful for the Lord Jesus and for his birth and life.
Indeed. Christmas Gift to all of you!