Tuesday, December 28, 2010

traditions and travels.




What a blessed Christmas it has been. I am so blessed to have 2 Christmases- one with Jordan's family and one with my family. I would say my top favorite gifts were my cricut and my iPhone (which I am writing this post from - amazing). This Christmas season was full of joy, peace, and remembrance. I was often reminded of childhood memories and traditions, which made me wish I could go back in time. One of the greatest joys this season brought was a little girl into the world.. My niece- Iris Elizabeth who is one precious gal. I haven't met her yet, unless via FaceTime counts? I can't wait to hold her innocent, precious self. As for peace, it wasn't a wild and crazy holiday full of family drama, but instead, a time of resting and family enjoyment. Thank you Lord.


Some of the best memories I have growing up are at my grandparent's house on Lake Murray. Good times. While I was there over the holiday, I ran to the store with my Papa (my dad's dad). As we were on our way, I began having flashbacks of the times we used to spend together. We would always go fishing, get on the boat, or maybe even go to the hunt club. There are some in my family that say Papa would get me out of trouble or get me to stop crying when I was in trouble, as a child. So funny because that's also what my dad would do. Apparently I was a daddy's and a Papa's girl, and very proud of it. I believe I was the only girl in the family that would do outdoor activities with my Papa, so we were best buds. As I've
gotten older, I've always had a special place in my heart for my Papa. He can certainly be ornery sometimes, but truly has a heart of gold. I remember going to him in a store asking him to buy me a treat because I knew he always would. All of this to say that as I was in the car with him, as he talked about his 62nd anniversary that him and my Granny celebrated on Christmas Eve, I almost came to tears. It's amazing how life and growing up take over memories and special time with the ones you love. It's the little moments that mean the most- teaching me how to hold a fishing pole or making me feel so special when no one else sees. He reminds me so much of my dad that I can't imagine anything happening to him. Papas are supposed to last forever right? I sure hope so! He has and will always have a special place in my heart- from a child screaming to walking me down the aisle on my wedding day.





I am currently on a bus full of anxious youth, awaiting the arrival to Chattanooga, TN. We are on the way to Winter Ramp, which was moved from it's usual location of Hamilton, AL because of the thousands that didn't want to miss out on the presence of Jesus and all it's greatness. I am once again praying for a radical experience for each of them. It seems that every trip I take with our awesome youth group attracts a different crowd. Therefore, this crowd is gloriously different from the last group that went in the summer. We are all expecting.








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