REBLOG: Be sure to share in this sweet Christmas kindness. ❤
MY DEAREST SECRET ANGEL, Your identity is unknown to me. The single clue inside the legal-sized envelope with no return address shows me you are from the Faribault area. I suspect (hope) you read this blog. Thank you for the cash gift which arrived in my mailbox today. I wasn’t expecting anything for Christmas. […]
via With Christmas gratitude — Minnesota Prairie Roots
Please Enjoy this amazing story from Butterfly Sand. She shares a lovely story of giving and the True Spirit of the Season.
Hello everyone. I wrote this story several years ago as a statement about the Christmas season. It was my way of dealing with my issues. I repost it now as my Christmas gift to you. May this Season show you the wonders that are everywhere if we are just willing to look. Mary was angry. […]
via The True Spirit — Butterfly Sand
Most years, I try to stay the hell away from the stores from Thanksgiving until about January 10th. The dates in between, it’s like people have lost their flipping minds! It’s a feeding frenzy out there and quite frankly, it sickens me.
The Reason for the Season aside, when did we get so horribly materialistic??
My biggest gift this year is being able to spend time with my loved ones. That is what I treasure the most.
The greatest gift you can give someone is time. Time spent together. Time shared and cherished. We are given a limited amount of time on this Earth. Share that precious time with those you love. Once they are gone, you can’t get that time back. Use it while you can.
Put your credit cards away. Spend Time!
Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson
One day in the dark of the forest, down at the bottom of that deep, dark well, he came to me.
His arms, strong, but tender, raised me from the depths of that well.
The blue of his eyes shone through the night as if the light were coming from within.
I discovered this man was a mere mortal of flesh and blood. The light I saw in his eyes was that of an honorable man. The honor this man carried with pride, was that of rare and unimaginable beauty.
I knew he was a man, with weaknesses as men have. But I saw what was inside. He was a Nobleman of Old. He saw the demons and beasts that few of us see. He would give his life to slay them.
He thought his life was better served on the battlefield.
This man had no sword or armor, as we would normally see with a Knight. He relied on his instincts and his brethren in the heat of battle.
My hand touched his, one last time, as he turned his shining eyes away. I knew he couldn’t stay. He had paused on his quest just long enough to give me a glimpse of himself. There were battles to be fought and dragons to slay.
Beautiful artwork by Murphy Elliott