The Grinch Who Found Christmas

One of my favorite Christmas stories is “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” by Dr Sues.  It always reminds me of the true meaning of the Season.   Christmas is a season not a day.  It is a time of the year to reflect on how we treat others, those that are the closest to us, all the way to total strangers. 

Narrator: Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot, but the Grinch, who lived just north of Whoville - did not. The Grinch hated Christmas - the whole Christmas season. Now, please don't ask why; no one quite knows the reason. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. Or it could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right. But I think that the most likely reason of all... may have been that his heart was two sizes too small. But, whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, he stood there on Christmas Eve hating the Whos.

Just like the Grinch most of us just want to feel a part of something, to be loved.  In our busy lives we tend to look over people or treat them as if we don’t care about their feelings.  Causing their hearts to shrink.

On our search for the perfect gift we treat clerks and sales people with complete disregard or even with a little rage when we can’t get what we want from them.   In our homes we forget to show love to the people closest to us.  We should remember we can’t buy love.  Even the perfect gift doesn’t take away the pain of cross words, of short tempers, of the feeling of loneliness even in a crowd.   It does not make the heart grow.

Grinch: How could it be so? It came without ribbons!... it came without tags!... it came without packages, boxes, or bags!

Narrator: He puzzled and puzzed till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. Maybe Christmas, he thought... doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps... means a little bit more!

Narrator: And what happened, then? Well, in Whoville they say - that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day. And then - the true meaning of Christmas came through, and the Grinch found the strength of *ten* Grinches, plus two!

My challenge today…. Show someone…..everyone that Christmas doesn’t come from a store. Show them the love shown to you that day Jesus was born.

16-18 “This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted; anyone who refuses to trust him has long since been under the death sentence without knowing it. And why? Because of that person’s failure to believe in the one-of-a-kind Son of God when introduced to him. –The Message

The Middle

     Every life situation has two prominent points.  Points in which we seem to remember the most, like quotation marks in a book they mark the beginning and the end.  Sometime the middle is somewhat of a blur with only bits and pieces remembered and sometimes remembered differently by all involved. 

    

   Today will mark the end of Julie’s battle with cancer.  Last week she had her last treatment.  Today she has the power port removed.  For those of you who don’t know, the port is placed in the body so that the patient doesn't look like a pin cushion during a time there is a need to put chemicals into or take blood out of the body repeatedly in a short period of time.  

   

   This is also the end of the year.  Christmas is upon us and soon after that the calendar will flip and we will be rushing headlong into 2014.  Most every ending has a beginning that follows soon after for better or worse our lives are filled with beginning and endings.  Many of them overlapping and taking focus from others. 

    

   If you are like me you find yourself anxiously awaiting and yearning for the end of a time just so you can experience the next.  What I find is that the anticipation for the end also takes away from enjoying the middle.  The middle is where the meat is.  The middle is what really counts.  If there is one thing I have learned this past year it is to live every day as if it were your last.  

Enjoy the Middle!

The Face of Death

Hello friends… it has been a while.  In my last post I wrote about the speed bumps of life and the fact that one had just jumped out in front of me while I wasn't paying attention.  Maybe you are wondering what that speed bump was and maybe you aren't.  Those of you closest to me already know that on September 11^th Julie, my best friend and partner was diagnosed with stage III breast cancer. 

I had never had close dealings with cancer before therefore I didn't have a clue what to expect.  As some of you know once a diagnosis is made things move quickly.  The last 4 months have been a whirlwind of change.  By September 24^th, our 1 year anniversary, she was having her first round of Chemo treatments.  They called one of the drugs the “red devil.”  It lived up to its name.  She had four treatments, one every two weeks and they knocked her off the radar for the duration.  Since then she is on a different treatment every week for 12 weeks which isn't nearly as bad.  Yesterday we hit the mid-point; only 6 more treatments and then surgery with possible radiation to follow.

The whirlwind seems to be slowing down and I actually had a couple hours this morning with not much to do.   I am a doer.  When I am not doing I am thinking….and that isn't always a good thing.

I wrote in my last post that I knew blessings would come out of this “speed bump” and they have. Julie and I had dated, seriously, for a year when she was diagnosed but none of her family or friends knew for sure that we were a couple. (Which is why you have not heard a peep about her before now)  We were always together but kept the intimate part of our “friendship” away from them.  Sure a lot of them suspected something was up but we weren’t admitting anything.  Through this look into the face of death it was decided to stop pretending. (I know, I know, I preach that pretending is not good for us!)

What we found was love and support.  We can speculate that if the big C word had not been involved the support would have been less, but I like to think that being the great gals that we are lent to the acceptance.   There was resistance and denial and a little hostility at first from some family members and rightly so, especially since I moved in right away after them finding out.  The move was not planned it was out of necessity.  The financial burden of Dr. bills for her and me trying to care for two houses and moving the kids back and forth was weighing us down and putting unnecessary stress into an already stressful situation. 

All in all, I can say that life is good.  We will beat the cancer and we don’t have to live in secret anymore.   I guess it just goes to prove one more time that being who you really are, not trying to hide or having anything to prove, is the best way to be loved and accepted by the people who matter most in your life.  Hopefully major issues don't have to happen to make this possible for you.