The Monkey Barrel

Archive for January, 2010

A ton of my friends recently have joined the world of professional blogging. There are innumerable themes and subject matter to encompass and channel their creativity and they write up to 3 times a week. I was beginning to get inspired and then came face to face with my procrastinatory self who said, “3 times a week?? Ambitious are we? And what subject shall you choose o’ audacious blog creator? Can’t pick one can you??” So I turned away from the mirror a bit dejected and tried to push the matter under the carpet. Trouble is, all my friends are bloggin along and creating quite their own following for their little niche in the writing world. And I’m pea green with envy.
I have too many hobbies and interests to choose just one to run with. I know too many people and am involved in too many activities to pick just one to create a subject line. So what on earth would my professional blog look like?? I can’t even think of a title to encompass it all. Or wait, perhaps I can. A little over a year ago I started a blog to purge out my soul. It’s an invitation only kind of place as I can only trust what’s there to a special few who know me well and I feel I can be vulnerable with and safe in it. But the title of that blog just sums up my life. I think I am going to and clean it out and create a little place for myself to try a little professional journaling with an underlying theme to be a catch all for me. I may even have days specifically set aside for one subject matter.
As for this blog, I will try to keep it to family matters. Funny things those crazy kids of mine do and the moments that being their mom fills me with wonder and awe.
We’ll see. But knowing me, I may procrastinate, and it could be next month before I get it up and running or next year before I remember I even wrote this blog about it. And sheesh, two blogs to keep up with may just fry me all together. Who knows.

I have rewritten this about a hundred times and still don’t feel I’ve adequately captured the wonder of this Christmas to be able to share with you. There was so much worry and anxiety and just plain dejection anticipating the day that I hadn’t the slightest hope of actually experiencing anything happy about it at all really. But there was such a peace and a calm to our morning. Even in the midst of their excitement the boys were beyond patient waiting to get pictures taken and opening things at a more slow pace than we usually do. Each of the boys was equally delighted at what the other had gotten in addition to the gifts they’d recieved themselves. There wasn’t the usual chaotic shredding of paper and squeals and hyper craziness that usually ensues once we hit the floor. It was just beyond joy to spend the morning delighting in our family and the opportunity to share it together.
This year more than most I felt the importance of what the season meant. Not the gifts under our tree, not the decorations, or the lights, or the parties, or the food, but the baby in the manger who was a gift for us all. I truly felt the magnitude of what Christ has given to me in Himself and the bonus of the love of my family and friends as an added measure just because He loves me so much. I pray your holiday was as full and that the year holds for you constant reminders of Christs ever lasting, ever pursuing, ever faithful, ever constant love of you.