P. S. It's Beverly's fault!

I love the Advent season.  Or perhaps I should say I love the meaning of Advent and what it speaks to us, 2,000 years after the real event.  Parts of the season that I don't care for are the madness of commercialism and the quest that people indulge in, that of  shoppers running rampant in stores and with their credit cards.  I will say that here, where I live in the Bible Belt, it isn't quite as bad as in larger metropolitan areas.  And for the most part, the shoppers are kind and polite, helpful when they can be.  Yesterday I saw a pick up truck with a very flat tire when I went into the store.  When I came out of the store I saw  three young men changing the woman's tire for her.  When I went into the store I wondered how the woman would be able to change her tire in the cold and wind.  God sees to the needs of his people.  I am glad there are still righteous people...good Samaritans..among us.

Yesterday when I wrote of Mary being singularly honored and chosen to  bear the Christ Child, I went to bed thinking about the announcement that Gabriel, the angel, made to Mary.  I was thinking of how overwhelmed she must have been to receive such a message-visitation from a heavenly Angel, sent by God.  Yet, she accepted the will of God with great grace, meekness, humility and with a pure heart.  What if she had not, and turned her face from the Angel Gabriel, and told him to find some one else?  Would there have been another of her equal?  I doubt it.  Remember, when God chose Mary to become the vessel of the unborn Christ child...God doesn't make mistakes.

I didn't get  lot done today other than going to the Dollar Tree and getting some aluminum baking pans and a new calender for the year 2012.  I have a lot to get done in a short time and I am a bit poky.  I didn't sleep well last night and fell asleep on the couch around 5:30 this afternoon.  I hope I sleep tonight.  Although I do love the Advent season, I...like everyone else...will be glad when it is over.

I just read a blog where the author wrote how she didn't give gifts or spend her money on others during the Christmas tide.  Here, I will take exception for I know that many of the elderly get nothing...many have few visitors for Christmas and some have out-lived their children, and they light up like stars when they get some small gift...a token that is brightly wrapped and just for them.  It might not cost much other than giving a little time and thought (I hate the wrapping part) but it sure is worth seeing the smile on their faces.  The elderly like to give to their families, too , if they can.  This also gives them something that they can give  or pass on as the present, that they can not get out and buy.  There is a certain joy in giving and the other unnamed blogger has not found that out yet.

OK.  I will got bed before mid-night and try to get up early so that I can get a few things done.

ADVENT BAR

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P.S  All that I write is my big sister's fault,

who taught me to pray when I was small,

and told me the Night Before Christmas

story um teem times.

Blame it on her!