The Advent Season is here and we are into the preparations for the beautiful holiday of the celebration of the Birth of Jesus.
Family time is so precious that everyone is making their home ready for all the celebrations.
My mosaic is just shots of things around the house in preparations of the visiting, laughing, loving and favorite goodies.
This will be my first Christmas with the diagnosis of diabetes and my niece made me a cake with Splenda.
It looks like our weather is going to be wet with rain for a few more days and then the possibility of snow enters the forecast.
I love snow for Christmas day but hate to think of folks having to go out to work and other things during the rough weather.
HH and I are so happy to be in retirement and can just enjoy the everyday things going on.
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Day 5 of Mornings with Mary.
The many stories and faces of Mary the Mother of Jesus.
Courtsey of the web.
When I was a little girl I had my very own statue of Mary just exactly like the one above.
It actually belonged to our mom but I liked to think of it as mine as I was on my knees daily pouring my broken heart out to her.
One day in 1945 I came home and there was a for sale sign in the yard where we lived.
We didn't own the house, just rented.
My mother and father never did own anything.
My father was an alcoholic and not good about taking care of his family.
Being so young I knew things were bad but in December 1945 my mom told my sister and I that we were going to live with her mother and father and dad was not coming along.
I was totally shocked.
I cried for days.
Why did I love this man that everyone said was no good?
He was my dad.
On the bottom of that statue of Mary I wrote,
December 22, 1945.
That was the date that we left.
I cried and cried for days, weeks, months and years.
I will never forget that day.
I don't even remember what happened to that statue.
I do not have it now but
December 22 1945
is etched on my heart forever.
My dad died in 1984 after owning his own antique business, being sober for 15 years and had a new family.
I had prayed to Mary every day of my life for 39 years that he would reach sobriety and even after he died I was so used to that daily prayer I continued to pray for years before it finally hit me.
My prayers had been answered.
Now I am at peace with my father's and my family's fate in life.
We all have our own journey to make and even though our journeys overlap and can cause heartache, time, love and forgiveness heals all wounds.
We all have our own journey to make and even though our journeys overlap and can cause heartache, time, love and forgiveness heals all wounds.
Our Lady Mother of Sorrows.
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