Warm Firesides
Good morning bloggers. How have you been? I hope good, but even if you are going through hard times, I hope that you have a silver lining to hold onto. Me? Well, it's been a long week to be sure. Earlier this week I made a post about when we have to say goodbye. Whether it's goodbye to a friend who is moving away, or someone who is retiring, or someone who you love who has passed away, it's never easy to say goodbye. I suppose we have to look to the future and know that Abba has a plan for each and every one of our lives, and that no matter what, He has our best in mind. Now we may not always like what He has for us, and we may decide to throw a temper tantrum, but He still has what's best. He gives us the strength to say goodbye no matter the situation. It never gets easier to say it, but it does get easier to understand that he is holding us in His arms. All we have to say is "Abba, hold me please. I don't have the strength to stand." As someone I knew once said, "The secret is not in the prayer, the secret is in the first word." So the next time you have to say goodbye, just say "Abba hold me."
As the rain here begins to fall harder and harder, I look forward to a day of spending time with friends and family in companionship. The winter always seems to be a little dreary, but the light that companions bring helps to warm the hearth. Soon the house will smell of coffee and will be filled with light and laughter. On a cold winter's day, I suppose it can't get much better. I have candles lit in the fireplace, and in the dining room. Mixed with the soft glow of the lamps, it creates a sort of peaceful atmosphere. when the roommates awake, I will put on coffee and perhaps a spot of tea.
A friend of mine and I are going out for soup later, and on a chilly day like today, that is always the best way to warm up. Growing up, my mum and I would go out for a ski (cross-country skiing to be clearer) with little Half-pint. When we returned, we would be chilled from the snow melting onto our clothes and climb into the car to make a trip up to the little store that made up the town. They always made the best soups. So, with our little bowls of soup, a sandwich or two to share, and a chocolate truffle each for dessert, we would head home. Once there, we'd quickly change into warm cozy jim-jams, and cuddle up close to the fire in the living room, sip our soup, and munch on sammies (sandwiches). I do miss those days. Papi (daddy) would come home, and build a large fire in the basement fireplace and warm the whole house. He'd go out and shovel snow, feed the horses, and whatever other project he'd have going. We holler from the back porch that dinner was ready, and we'd hear "Just 15 more minutes." So, Mum, Half-pint, and I would set the table and sit down to eat. About 5 minutes in Papi would come wandering up to the porch, kicking the snow off his boots, and saying "I said 15 minutes." The rest of us would chuckle and say "Yes, Daddy, and that was 25 minutes ago." Still grumbling about missing part of dinner, he'd pull off his boots, and come sit down to the hot meal Mum had made. After the first bite, he'd settle down and we would chat about our days. Dinner with the family every night, is something that I have missed in the past few years. As we all have different schedules, and different tastes in food, we don't eat as a family here in the Sound Castle as often as I would like, but when we do, it's certainly a rousing good time.
I don't think I will ever tire of family. It's the one set of people that is suppose to be there for you no matter what. No matter what you do, what you say, where you live, who you marry (or date), who your friends are, or what kind of stupid stuff you get yourself into. That doesn't mean they have to agree with you all the time. In fact, if they did, you would never have a truly good relationship. Without a little conflict, you can't grow in a relationship. It's how you learn things about one another that you normally wouldn't. Don't misunderstand me. When I say a little conflict, I mean it can be as simple as you like one kind of food, and they prefer another. Big fights don't solve much. It's better to just discuss, though believe me, I realize that isn't always how it works out. It's ok to have conflict though. I promise, as long as you are both willing to work it out in the end, you will be fine. You may both have to let go of somethings, and compromise, but at least you are willing to work it out. That's what family is about. Loving on each other, arguing at times, and always no matter what, sticking together.
Well dear bloggers, I believe it's time for me to sign off. Have a great day, and enjoy life.
As the rain here begins to fall harder and harder, I look forward to a day of spending time with friends and family in companionship. The winter always seems to be a little dreary, but the light that companions bring helps to warm the hearth. Soon the house will smell of coffee and will be filled with light and laughter. On a cold winter's day, I suppose it can't get much better. I have candles lit in the fireplace, and in the dining room. Mixed with the soft glow of the lamps, it creates a sort of peaceful atmosphere. when the roommates awake, I will put on coffee and perhaps a spot of tea.
A friend of mine and I are going out for soup later, and on a chilly day like today, that is always the best way to warm up. Growing up, my mum and I would go out for a ski (cross-country skiing to be clearer) with little Half-pint. When we returned, we would be chilled from the snow melting onto our clothes and climb into the car to make a trip up to the little store that made up the town. They always made the best soups. So, with our little bowls of soup, a sandwich or two to share, and a chocolate truffle each for dessert, we would head home. Once there, we'd quickly change into warm cozy jim-jams, and cuddle up close to the fire in the living room, sip our soup, and munch on sammies (sandwiches). I do miss those days. Papi (daddy) would come home, and build a large fire in the basement fireplace and warm the whole house. He'd go out and shovel snow, feed the horses, and whatever other project he'd have going. We holler from the back porch that dinner was ready, and we'd hear "Just 15 more minutes." So, Mum, Half-pint, and I would set the table and sit down to eat. About 5 minutes in Papi would come wandering up to the porch, kicking the snow off his boots, and saying "I said 15 minutes." The rest of us would chuckle and say "Yes, Daddy, and that was 25 minutes ago." Still grumbling about missing part of dinner, he'd pull off his boots, and come sit down to the hot meal Mum had made. After the first bite, he'd settle down and we would chat about our days. Dinner with the family every night, is something that I have missed in the past few years. As we all have different schedules, and different tastes in food, we don't eat as a family here in the Sound Castle as often as I would like, but when we do, it's certainly a rousing good time.
I don't think I will ever tire of family. It's the one set of people that is suppose to be there for you no matter what. No matter what you do, what you say, where you live, who you marry (or date), who your friends are, or what kind of stupid stuff you get yourself into. That doesn't mean they have to agree with you all the time. In fact, if they did, you would never have a truly good relationship. Without a little conflict, you can't grow in a relationship. It's how you learn things about one another that you normally wouldn't. Don't misunderstand me. When I say a little conflict, I mean it can be as simple as you like one kind of food, and they prefer another. Big fights don't solve much. It's better to just discuss, though believe me, I realize that isn't always how it works out. It's ok to have conflict though. I promise, as long as you are both willing to work it out in the end, you will be fine. You may both have to let go of somethings, and compromise, but at least you are willing to work it out. That's what family is about. Loving on each other, arguing at times, and always no matter what, sticking together.
Well dear bloggers, I believe it's time for me to sign off. Have a great day, and enjoy life.
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