December 11, 2009

My hope for you

When I was pregnant with my second child, Bethany, apparently I had a lot of time on my hands. I painted this whole ceramic Bethlehem town and glazed it. It took a long time to paint and I remember just being obsessed with finishing it.


Unfortunately the misfits from the Island of Misfit Toys got loose in Bethlehem this year.


We now have 6+ nativity sets, including one from Israel, Mozambique and Ukraine, but the homemade ones are still my favorites. This is one Charles made from me with lumber scraps from a neighbor's home being built on one of our first Christmases together.


We usually have a good old celebration around here. We love to shop, make things, bake things, give things, surprise each other and laugh. We eat special food and do special things together. After the busyness of this next week, I am hoping the season celebrations of the week before Christmas and having all of my children home will sweep away these persistent blues and turn me towards the Focus of the season.

I hope your Christmas season is full of

love


family


gingerbread men


and gingerbread houses....


but most of all hope. Jesus came to bring us great hope.


This is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance (and for this we labor and strive), that we have put our hope in the living God, who is the Savior of all men, and especially of those who believe.
1 Timothy 4:9-11

4 comments:

mmichele said...

hey! that pretty much put me in the christmas spirit!

Tarasview said...

right back atcha hon!

I love that homemade nativity scene!

And is that your kids in T-shirts getting the Christmas tree? What a magical life you lead ;)

joannmski said...

I love the homemade nativities! it is getting quite festive down there.

crickl's nest said...

Tara, that was last Christmas. This year we were freezing and chose a tree right away, with no hugging so that we could get back home! lol

Michele....yay! i wish I had seen these comments before Christmas. But I"m glad you got the Christmas vibe going.

Joann....it was festive....and the abominable snowmonster was not there to harm. He was bringing a gift to the baby. (the gift of a misfit toy but it is the thought that counts I think)