For someone who hates Christmas, Boxing Day is just one long breathe out :) It's over again, for another year.
The actual day itself, getting together with family, is enjoyable (with the usual familial irritations that accompany family get-togethers :) It's not that which gets me. It's the systemic abuse of something which was never about consumerism that gets me. And a whole lot of other layers that quite frankly I've tried to describe previously but just find it difficult to put into words what I mean, why it just gets to me so much.
Yesterday my lovely and very naughty cousin gave me a couple of gifts, even though I had expressly said to not buy me anything. She is incredibly naughty. We are terribly telepathic as well. Get this: she gave me my very own copy of the Leunig book that I quoted from on my last post, which she had no idea I had been reading and thinking that I must get my own copy of this book because it is beautiful.
How's that? And so as bereft as I feel at the moment, as forsaken by God, he still manages to speak to me through two people that I love, one known, one only known through his words and cartoons.
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the delivery of that book into to your life - twice - speaks not of bereft, forsakeness to me
ReplyDeletebut then, the grass always looks greener in places other than where one is
surely goodness and mercy is following you
Thank you, Kel, for your lovely words.
ReplyDeleteAges ago, I read this quote on a serigraph by Corita Kent. I don't know who said it, but it rings true. To believe in God is to know all the rules will be fair and there will be wonderful surprises. That gift was one of them.
ReplyDeleteI was going to say something along the lines of Kel's comment, but she said it better.
ReplyDeleteBarbara - yes, that's lovely. It's hard to 'know' that for me right at the moment, even though my spirit knows.
ReplyDeleteTess - yes, she said it well.
That's definitely a message receiving that book. Happy Boxing Day :)
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