Day357; Footnotes of Seeking the Reason for the Season

   Is it just me, or does life seem to be growing ever crazier the closer we get to Christmas?

Mom and I normally visit the same big box store when we go shopping. Yesterday mom could not find all of what she needed there, so together we visited one in a nearby town. It has at times seemed to have more than our usual, but the usual is closer.

 I feared we would have to park at a distance and walk but instead was gifted with a spot as a car was leaving as we pulled in. Masked up and heading into the store we immediately went in search of what we were unable to find yesterday. We were actually able to find all but one item and one that mom decided to go ahead and get while she could.

Once we had found everything we went after, we wandered around for a few moments. This store did have more items and I felt at times like a kid in a candy store. Looking at the items available, the different decorations and wrappings.The gifts waiting to be purchased. Not having as many to buy for this year, it was easy to look and not touch. I had already purchased my son’s and parents so there was nothing left to buy. 

When we got home, I had to run an errand that was over due. Two months ago I had purchased an arrangement of artificial poinsettias to place on my husband’s grave. Various things had kept me from taking it, but today, mere days from Christmas I had to get it up there.

 Walking down the pathway to the grave felt somewhat sad. The day was glorious, the sun bright, the sky clear and the temperature warm. It was so quiet, so very quiet. Walking up to the grave I stooped down and placed the basket in front of the headstone. Brushing grass from the stone I fixed something my step daughter had left that had fallen over. The pandemic had kept me away for a while, to stand there again reminded me of so many things. So many moments. After a quiet conversation I stood to leave.

I had to pass my brother’s grave on the way back to the car. The arrangements that had been left for him had fallen over. Maybe in the course of the grass being mowed. Stopping I put everything back in place. I did have a few quiet words for him. Wondering if he and my husband along with all the family members who had gone on before were settling in for an amazing celebration in Heaven. 

As we move closer to the day, my mind wonders, what it must be like in Heaven. How grand is the celebration? In a place, where the streets are gold, are there decorations? I would imagine there is lots of singing going on. I would imagine the joy is unmatched. I wonder, if they are so busy celebrating there, they don’t see us here? Or do they see us, and think, wait until you get here, you will see celebrating then. 

I did get to spend unplanned time with someone. Coffee, brownies and conversation, what could be better? The conversation going from topic to topic and from serious to not so serious. Time passed quickly. That in itself was a gift. 

Now, I’m sitting here, watching a movie I’ve already seen multiple times, but it cute enough to watch over and over. Polar Express. I wonder, even as it is a movie about believing in Santa, what if, we consider that it also could be about believing in Christ? What if, we consider when they are singing about Santa not hearing their wishes, it is wondering if Christ hears our prayers. What if, all the struggles of that train reaching the North Pole, are also mankind struggling to find salvation? A stretch? Maybe. Or maybe not.

There are many ways, that we can find our way, to find the reason for the season. Love.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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