The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I’m pretty sure that my life’s purpose is not to constantly be cleaning out my inbox but that seems to be never ending. Thank YOU for subscribing to my posts. I hope they are worth the space in your inbox.
So here it is, the week leading up to Christmas. I am so mixed up. Is it really in 4 days? How did THAT happen? It’s also the shortest day of the year. It’s Jay’s granddad, Mr.Pepop’s, birthday. He always said that he got gypped having a birthday on the shortest day of the year. Poor guy, God rest his soul.
I for one have really been looking forward to tonight’s event of the great Conjunction of Planets. The Star of Bethlehem, not seen since the Middle Ages! How amazing is that? Especially this year of all years. I’ve been up since about 5:30. I want to see the sun rise today. Jay got up a little bit before me and the stock market is down because of the situation in England-the new strain of Covid. I love how Jay can explain to me how the world is so interconnected but how we as a country need our independence. His insight and knowledge always amazes me and after so many years of being together, it’s sinking in. Tasty Trade will be on full blast and it wouldn’t be morning without Tom and Tony. Right now it’s SquawkBox. I get a few minutes of absolute silence and then it begins.
Here’s a picture of dinner last night in our cast iron camp skillet. I made vegan, gluten free Mac and cheese and broccoli and then, because we need meat, added organic spicy chicken sausage. It was good!
Why such a deep thought about life’s purpose on a Monday? I came upon the scripture in the picture and it coincided with a chapter in the book I’m reading, “Church of the Small Things” by Melanie Shankle. She makes things so clear. She tells the story of how she had a recruiter look at her resume and college grades and ask her what she had been doing with her life. I always wonder what my purpose is, but I think I’ve discovered that I DO like to write. Whether I connect with anyone I guess doesn’t really matter. I like to write. So I will! It’s kind of my secret.
What do you think about Mary. Did she grow up thinking that her life’s purpose would be, to be the Mother of our Savior. I can’t even imagine what a young girl her age was thinking, but she accepted her purpose from God with little question.
Jay and I took a walk last night and passed these two houses. My kind of decorating and it makes me want to get this sign and point it towards MY neighbor’s fun display. If only we had electricity at our driveway entrance. It took us a minute to figure out what the arrow was pointing to but when we did, we laughed!
So what’s your purpose? Is it decorating for the holidays? Is it teaching? Is it bringing fiber arts to others? Is it being a mom? A dad? Whatever it is, embrace it. You matter whatever you were called to do!
I for one will be watching for the Star of Bethlehem tonight.
Remember to wash your hands, don’t touch your face, stay home but if you MUST go out, wear a mask and keep the length of a full grown llama (which is bigger than an alpaca) between you and the next person.
Have a blessed day!