Well,
here’s a really short journal entry for you.
And why would that be? I can sure
“feel it in my bones,” so to speak. If,
of course, that phrase can be taken to mean that I am pretty sore all
over. So if I am aching as a result of
an obviously busy day of some form of manual labor, then why wouldn’t it take
long to describe?
Well,
that’s a simple answer. We took down
Christmas decorations. Boxes and boxes
of Christmas decorations. Lights from
the tree. Icicle lights from the eaves
of the house. An array of ornaments from
the tree. An entire collection of
nativity scenes – or crèches if you prefer.
Garland. Wreaths. Santas and Mrs. Clauses. The Precious Moments yard decoration. Stockings that had been hung by the chimney
with care. Stuffed Christmas bears. Two trees.
Assorted candles. And even
Christmas Family Feud posters. All found
their places in boxes or stashed in appropriate hidden niches, waiting for
their return next year. What can I
say? My wife loves Christmas. I think it’s pretty special, too.
Now
all that by itself wouldn’t have been so hard.
Certainly not difficult enough the warrant a collection of sore muscles this
morning. Nope. That exertion came when we (that would be
Chris and myself) managed to haul all those boxes up into the attic. It was a sight to see, I’m sure. I stationed myself upstairs as Chris did her
best to push and shove each box high enough up the stairs for me to grab the
other end and pull it the rest of the way.
Then I found spots for each one to reside until next we turn our
grandkids loose to drag them all down for another Christmas extravaganza.
Sigh. Tradition is hard work sometimes …
Isaiah
40:31 says, “But those who hope in the
Lord will renew their strength. They
will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will
walk and not faint.”
Father,
thank you for traditions, even the ones that live in boxes up in the attic from
one year to the next, just waiting to explode out and spew joy again. Amen.
No comments:
Post a Comment