If you’re new around here, let me extend a hardy welcome! I recently updated my ‘about’ page, which was 3 years overdue! You can follow me on Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest and find me on Instagram as ‘lifeingrace’! Mostly, you’ll find me at home, cooking , teaching, crafting, reading some great books, and practicing the art of hospitality! Hope you find something that makes you smile!
This is what my house looks like in my mind.
This is the way it really looks. #crapeverywhere
Tell me I’m not alone.
Thanks for the emails and well wishes about my injury. I’m doing well, healing up pretty fast and hobbling around with a walking boot.
Here’s what happened. I was running on the main drag in our little town. I’ve been running on this road for 12 twelve years. I know where to start and stop if I want to run 3 or 4 or 5 or 10 miles. I know where every bathroom is and every place I can get free water. I feel like I could run it in my sleep. I love that kind of familiarity with something you’ve done countless times. Friday morning, it was cold and I probably didn’t warm up enough. I jumped over a small puddle onto an embankment and when I landed, I felt like someone had hit me in the back of the calf with a baseball and then I felt a *snap*. I went down to the ground and couldn’t really walk. I called my friend, Sue, who was dropping her kids off to school and she drove me to my car. I may or may not have been sobbing. Poor Sue.
Then when I got home and settled in with my ice and walking boot, I went on a googling spree to see how to speed up this healing process.
The first site I landed on said, “This injury is common among the middle-aged.” Shut it, google. Who asked you anyways.
Long story not so long, I have a (partial?) tear in my left calf muscle and will be gimpy for a month or so. It’s feeling so much better already so I’m praying for a quick recovery. Running is my sanity, my stress reliever, my therapy. I’d say the inspiration for 75% of the things I write come when I’m running. I’m just warning you, it may be lame around here for awhile!
Apparently, I’ll do anything for new boots.
We made so many goodies, including a huge batch of Pioneer Woman’s cinnamon rolls. You really need to try these. They’re delicioso.
My mom and sister, who are saints!, have been helping me finish all my Christmas baking/shopping/mailing/etc. I am so thankful for them in my life. It seems like they’re always doing something to help me! Love you both so much.
And then there’s this::OH MY HEAVENS!!!!! Our house is featured in January’s Better Homes and Gardens!
I am so humbled and happy and weepy and verklempt.
And the fact that it’s all come full circle now, with the 2 yr. anniversary approaching. It’s just about done me in.
I’m still pinching myself and tearing up at the least provocation. Thank you, Better Homes. Thank you, Gretchen. Thank you, Darlene.
Thank you, Elizabeth and Heather and Zane and Jessica. I love you all.
My heart is full to the brim and running over.
Thank you all for being so excited with me and posting your pics to Facebook. It’s been such a fun week.
And to add to my reasons to squeal, House Beautiful tweeted a link to my stri-ped bathroom!!!!!!!! I would SO do a hitch-kick if I could.
And all minor ailments and perfect joys aside, we are full swing into Nutcracker festivities. My girls are both performing again this year and the first performance is tonight. Elea’s in the party scene (red dress) and Emme is in flowers and is the ballerina doll (black and white tutu). Performances are open to the public Thursday, Dec. 20th at 7:30, Friday, Dec. 21 at 7:30 and Sat at 2 and 7:30, at Walter’s State Community College. Dress rehearsal was last night and it’s gonna be a great show! Come and support the arts! You can purchase tickets here.
And while we’re just catching up on life, can I keep this boxwood wreath up year round? I think I should be allowed to. Y’all would start making fun of me around April, I’m sure of it.
Also, I’ve entered into full obsession with cuties. They are both delightful to eat and to gaze upon. Simple pleasures.
When I got back from the doctor on Friday, I was still a weepy mess. Sad about the injury, hurting physically, wondering how I would get it all done without getting around very fast. And remembering the fire—as the two year anniversary quickly approaches.
Then, I turned on the tv to see the Connecticut shootings. Oh, the senseless horror and tragedy. I can’t even begin to imagine the depths of despair that those families feel right now. It’s hard to think about anything else.
I’ve listened to lots of news coverage and commentary on the shootings but nothing like the clarity of this pastor, Mark Lovett, of Concordia Lutheran Church, as he preached on the 3rd Sunday of Advent. If you are still wondering why—–how could this possibly happen in America, you will be blessed and encouraged by this 15 minutes of pastoral wisdom. I promise you that it will make more sense than the hours of commentary you’ve heard in the media.
Bless you, friends as you hold your loved ones tight and celebrate the Light, which makes all things new. You can listen to the sermon here or read it online here.
Excerpt from the sermon:
But in the face of such evil, in the heart breaking hours that follow so gross and wicked and perverse things as what happened two days ago, these gods are silent. Money cannot answer the pain because money feels no pain. Gun Control cannot bring back those that have lost their lives to bullets. Morality cannot sympathize or bring good news because Morality has failed at keeping us moral. The American Dream and Prosperity and Pay It Forward, and all our other gods from which we seek blessings and good are deaf to our cries and mute to our pain. They are silent because they know nothing, feel nothing, and can do nothing. They are gods of wind and smoke, vapor and fog. And those who trust in them shall be put to shame, for when evil strikes and homes are devastated and we are robbed of joy and peace, these gods are useless and pathetic and from them all we get is divine silence.
Only the God who speaks can give answer. Only the God who fashioned man in His image can answer. Only He can give answer because only He has borne our sorrows and carried our grief. Only He became as we are. And on His lips we hear the voice of all mankind, issuing forth the cry of every suffering soul: My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?
I am so thankful for you all.
Here’s wishing you beautiful days ahead as we wait for Light to dawn!