Friday December 18 2015  THE BACKWARD DAY

When I awoke this morning I wanted soup for breakfast.  Soup filled with many kinds of vegetables and wild grains and quinoa.  For some reason that was what I was craving.  So Dave said he’d have the same rather than our usual fruit, yogurt, bran, and for me walnuts.  So soup it was.  It was delicious and filling.  Neither one of us wanted anything else to eat for 6 hours.  So I guess you could say we had our dinner for breakfast and decided that we will eat our breakfast for dinner, thus “The Backward Day”.  Furthermore, perchance I get to watch a movie or part of one I usually must stay awake later than I’d like to have the time to view it.  So…today on our backward day I decided to watch the Christmas movie first thing after I finished my soup.  And so I did.

So, since everything else is going backwards I decided to write my blog in the afternoon instead of evening.  I guess I should have written it this morning but, oh well…

I just this moment received a phone call.  While I traveled this spring my main purpose was to reconnect with those who have made a significant influence upon my life.  I drove all the way down to San Antonio Texas from Dallas to see a couple who I believe contributed one of the greatest things to our lives that could ever be given.  It was because of them that we were able to adopt our daughter Rebecca.  David Moore went to be with the Lord on December 3, 2015.  Peggi just called to let us know.  I sent them a letter with a card for Christmas and she just received it today.  She wanted to inform me that David would never see it because he was now with the Lord.  I am so thankful that I was able to see them both in April.  Every mile I drove was worth it.  I know there are those who read this blog that know Dave and Peggi and would want to be informed of his death.  We send our condolences to the family.

And the phone rings again.  When I was in California my friend Jeanette and I took BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) into San Francisco so we could visit with one of our friends from our youth.  Kay lives in the heart of the city.  She was another one of those special people in my life that was a great influence on me as were her mother and father.  Both her mother and father are with the Lord.  Kay has never married.  She has a fabulous voice and during a period of her life she was part of a singing group that traveled to different places and put on concerts.  The group was called the Brailletts.  All three in the trio were blind since birth.  They had the most pure sound to their harmony.  They attracted large crowds.  It was so good to see her when I was in California.  She just called to wish me a Merry Christmas.  My smile went from ear to ear.  We sometimes forget just how much a personal greeting means.  Kay does not use the computer or the smart phone.  Her contact is through voice.  As we talked I shared about our family having a portrait taken in October when we were in Branson.  I told Kay I don’t send her pictures because she can’t see them.  Then I asked her, the portrait you have of people is their voice, right?  She said she had never thought about that but, yes, that was true.  She hears a voice and she knows who it is.  We look at a picture and we know who it is.  Do you ever wonder what your “voice picture” sounds like?  Perhaps you should give that some thought.

CHRISTMAS GREETINGS

By Kathleen Martens

December 18, 2015

Christmas greetings flood the season

In so many ways are shared.

A little note sent with love ,

Letting others know you care.

A Twitter a Tweet.

Or on a Face Book page.

Less personal contact

Seems more the rage.

A family photo with a letter,

Bragging rights for a year.

Perhaps a picture of the dog

Freshly groomed and sheered.

Just how many ways

Are there to send

Christmas greetings

To a friend?

If you can’t hear

You speak with hands.

If you can’t see

It’s a voice you demand.

So think personal

For those who receive

Which way is best

For them to perceive?

Well, today I sent a voice portrait.  Though Kay has never seen me she loves me for who I am.  I believe at times that Kay, who does not see, may have a deeper insight as to who I really am than those who do see me.  I think we often times judge one another by what we look like, or how big or little we are, or what color we are, or what we are wearing.  Think how wonderful it is to know someone loves you just as you are without any of those pre-judgmental aspects in place.  I think it is pretty awesome to be loved that way.

Good night and God bless you!

P.S.  OH YES!  SOMETIMES CHRISTMAS GREETINGS ARE SENT VIA BLOG.