It looks like we will be having a white Christmas. We woke up to a dull brown world, but by early afternoon it was all white and is supposed to keep snowing, off and on, for the next few days. I make my husband really nervous when I'm walking on ice (he's so sweet and protective and so careful for me!) and I make really funny footsteps with two feet and a cane, but the snow is pretty.
Tomorrow morning (presuming it is not too icy and snowy to go), our youngest two will be participating in our yearly church Christmas play. I am so eager to attend in person, rather than just on video, from a hospital bed, like last year! We may even get to see a friend, who was a fellow patient in rehab, there in the morning! :)
I think I finally got all my Christmas cards in the mail. If you don't get one and want to read our family letter (mostly detailing my strokes), please get me your mailing address (Sue F., Debbie, I know I don't have your current addresses, and probably several others either - the letters include some details not shared here) and I will get one in the mail, even into the new year, if I hear from you. I am sad that most of my letters won't get to their destinations by Christmas day, but I met my goal of having them to the mailbox before the 25th. :)
I had a nightmare last night that I was in a really horrid car crash, that I had driven into the back of a semi truck, and that's what had caused all this damage. My loathing of photographs played a big part in the dream too. After I had cried all my fears and frustration out once again, and my husband assured me it had only been a bad dream, I lay awake thinking for quite a while. That's about what this feels like, as sudden and life-changing as a semi truck against a little car. I wonder how long I will continue having dreams of being able-bodied and feel it all suddenly jolted away? My counselor says (from several different thing I have shared with her) that I have post-traumatic stress. I just know that my mind loves to find creative ways to keep reliving the panic and desperation and loss. No fun. :(
This next week I will attend the largest family gathering I have been to since my strokes. I'm excited to see everyone but a little nervous too, especially with such fragile and unstable emotions.
Other big changes our coming to our family in a couple weeks, a total change in my daily routine. This will take some work to get used to, but we pray that it will turn out to be a good change in our schooling plans, in the end. The reasons mentioned in the other article are valid, but considering how much therapy and how many doctor's appointment we are still trying to juggle, the change in daily schedule will hopefully be helpful from this perspective as well. Not easy, but good I hope.
I can use the extra time (next fall) to focus more on writing, as I currently have three different manuscripts in progress. I had hoped to have one manuscript ready to submit to a publisher by the end of this year, but it is going to be 2013 at this point.
May God comfort you and make Himself so real to you, as we celebrate His birth this week, and throughout the year to come!
Rather than a Bible verse, today a quote:
"What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come in a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more."
It's true, Mr. Grinch.
Christmas is a great celebration
Of the one who came to save all the nations.
The angels sang of Joy at His birth,
And wished for peace upon all of this earth.
May all of our hearts grow three sizes this day,
And pay forward His love as we go on our way.