I am leaving for Ohio again today. I seriously think I could drive I-75 with my eyes closed. (okay, so maybe that would not be wise, but you get the idea!) I looked at the week’s weather forecast. I’m leaving Tennessee’s 45 degree high today, for Ohio’s 25 degrees. Brrrrr……. I keep telling myself that our new house will be so toasty and warm. (Once we are in it!!!) This morning might be chilly but it is a lot nicer then the Noah’s ark day we had the last time we left for Ohio. I’m getting so used to this 6 hour drive that it doesn’t seem like anything anymore. Well, I better go. I’ve got a car to pack, and pets to feed, and dishes to wash, and….and….and…..
Remember when you were young
and time seemed to drag on and on?
But as you got older
you blinked and time was gone?
The days turn into weeks
and weeks into a year…
Before you even knew it
the brand new year was here!
2008 will soon be history
and 2009 is yet a mystery…..
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Nicole Johnson says it so eloquently…..Haven’t we all felt like this before? Many times we don’t get the recognition for all the things we do for others….but God knows. He never misses anything that we say or do. Nothing is forgotten, nothing is too small for Him to notice.
I just wanted to say thank you to all the soldiers out there. You that are stationed all over the world….You that are wishing your families back home a Merry Christmas. I know you miss your family and friends that are back in the States. Thank you not only for your service to our country but also for the personal sacrifice of being so far away from home and those that you love. Thank you. I appreciate you….and even though you aren’t home for Christmas, you are not forgotten!
L–Love of Family and Country
Tonight Scott read the Christmas story from the book of Luke. I always love to listen to the Christmas story. He didn’t stop there with the story that took place in Bethlehem, but continued to read about Christ’s death at Calvary and His resurrection. You see the Christmas story is a wonderful story….but it is only the beginning. When Jesus came to this earth as God in the flesh, it was miraculous….but when he died 33 years later and was resurrected 3 days after that, that is what made the difference.That, my friends, is what CHANGED the world. God’s plan was complete. Salvation, because of that, was now within humanities grasp. God loved us all so much! So as I sit and ponder what the shepherds must have felt so long ago on that dark middle eastern night, I’m reminded once again of the angels reply of, “Fear not! I bring you tidings of great joy…for unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Savior which is Christ the Lord. You will find him laying in a manger.” All the multitudes of angels sang GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST! What a thrill it must have been to see that heavenly display! But greater still to go to the stable and to see the promised Messiah…the child that was the answer to all the prophecies.
As I think about that scene–my mind goes to the rest of the story as Scott read of Christ’s death on the cross. When his last words were “it is finished.” The chasm between us and God was bridged by Christ’s death and resurrection. Now that is the greatest story ever told!
I know it can’t be good when I go to stretch in the morning and my leg creaks so much that it resembles the sound of someone breaking a dry twig. Was that me making that sound??? For crying out loud! Then I roll over in bed and my back seizes up….I just lay there thinking, “so this is what happens the year I turn 40. This is so not fair.” It did not use to be this way. My body is not supposed to give up so quickly. I guess I need to give myself a pep talk. What happened? I finally manage to roll off the bed and hobble over to grab my robe. It will take me a good 5-10 minutes to really get moving. In the meantime I make my way to the kitchen (after my obligatory stop in the bathroom) to start the coffee and fix a little breakfast. I start to feel a little better. Outside it looks very cold and gray. The wind is blowing. At least I’m not out there…I’m nice and warm inside.
Yesterday I took my life in my hands at the Walmart. (notice in the south we call it THE Walmart…not that it is the only one, but it is the one we are at so therefore it is THE Walmart) Shortly after my husband and I got married he made a comment about me saying THE Walmart. I told him after having lived in the south for over 20 years I decided to go with the flow….. I also said things like “I’m fixin’ to go to THE Walmart.” Now, fixin’ means different things to different people, but as far as I can figure it translates as I’m getting ready to go and do something. Some prime examples of this verbiage are as follows: “I’m fixin’ to leave for the store.” , “I’m fixin’ to get dinner ready.” , or the ever popular, “I’m fixin’ to get angry if you don’t get moving!” (this said after waiting for ones teenagers to get out to the car so you can actually leave) I like the word fixin’. I will definitely keep this word in my repertoire.
Now having grown up in the mid-Atlantic state of Maryland I have a mixture of accent/drawl/slang. Growing up it mattered not what your gender was, everyone was “you guys”. Down here in the south it is ya’ll. I do not really say “ya’ll” as I am deeply ingrained with “you guys”. This causes some stares in my general direction….but stares have never really stopped me from anything. One just learns to smile and move along. (the gracious smile is something I learned in the south….also add a “well, bless your heart” and everything is forgiven.)
When I first moved to Tennessee in the mid 80’s I was accused of talking way to fast. People couldn’t understand me…..I needed to talk s-l-o-w-e-r. I got lots of chuckles when I said “on”…as in “turn on the lights.” I was told I was saying, “oi-n”…. To this day I still get laughs at my Maryland accent. I have given in and learned to add more syllables to words to make them longer….even if they are short words. In the south it just works.
Please, my accent is nothing compared to my Georgia friends. One day my friend asked me for a Coke. I assumed she meant Coca Cola you know the classic?? Well, no she didn’t mean that at all. She wanted another type of soda entirely. I said, “you asked for a Coke”. She said, “a Coke is generic for any type of soda.” Well, that is just stupid. How am I supposed to figure that out? To which she replied, “duh. Everyone knows that is how it is.” Uh…not me. Another friend from Atlanta told me that his milk was “runt”, when we were having breakfast one day. I said, “runt?”. How can milk be a runt? After much back and forth I finally figured out he meant ruined. His milk had gone bad. Hallejuah! I felt like I had just won Jeopardy. Woo hoo. I figured it out!!!!
Now, I’m getting ready to move to Ohio. I think they call soda, pop. I’m not really sure about all the language peculiarities in the midwest….but I’m fixin’ to find out! I will be a mix of mid-Atlantic, southern and now mid western accents. I consider my accent to be flavorful and interesting. I’m going with that:)