"Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn." ... Romans 12:15
There will be no printed-out Christmas letter from Tom and Debra this December.
Why not? Because we had too many blessings this year. And well, those of you who care enough about me to read my blog are already aware of those blessings so they're oldy, moldy news. The rest of my relatives and friends who choose not to read my blog--many of them--would rather not hear about all the good stuff. It will irk them, even if I give all the glory to God, which I always do, since it's always Him who's doing the blessing.
Did you see that verse, above? It's not too hard to mourn with those who mourn, but I'm thinking it takes lots of maturity to rejoice with those who rejoice. Many of us become bonkers when others splash through their good seasons while we're sinking under our bad ones.
We all have good seasons, we all have bad ones, too, but seldom does everybody's 'seasonal timing' occur simulataneously.
So again, there'll be no 2012-was-the-best-of-times letter from my family. We'll mail our cards with simple, loving greetings, instead, for this year I'm feeling it's the right thing for Tom and me to do. But for the record, I hope we'll receive lots of Christmas letters from everybody. I think Tom and I finally became mature enough to handle them with purest joy a couple years ago. :)
Oh, I am in love with this Hobbit House. Maybe you want your heavenly mansion to look like, well, a heavenly mansion, but I think mine will resemble this, instead.
Click on 'enlarge gallery' for more photos. The library captured my heart, (but of course), as well as the backyard.