My November Reflections

On the first Wednesday of this month, we had our Friends Luncheon. We went to a different restaurant, one that has a party room.

This young girl was visiting her mother from out of state.

 And Mom brought her along. 

Some treasured friends, the one on the left and her late husband

 were youth directors at that former church/

 The blonde woman joined us for the first time.

These two sisters and their mother are especially dear to me.

 On November 9, we celebrated our 50^th wedding anniversary. Hubby surprised me in September with a new anniversary ring.

The day before our anniversary he brought home this bouquet:

I had them for about nine days. I always try to get the most

out of flowers when I get them.

Our church has a type of ministry where people in the congregation donate some money and have fresh flowers on the altar table. Some do this in honor of a loved one. Others do it in memory of a departed loved one. This was what was on the altar table when it was our anniversary week.  

                     

In trying to find things to share here about being thankful. I found myself with renewed energy for writing. I haven’t seemed to have much interest in it lately. The posts on Jairus, Bartimaeus, Malchus, and Martha were the result of research I did last year for a drama we did at church.

I received a newsletter from a website/writing group to which I belong. At the end of it were a picture and a blurb about a writing contest. I couldn’t get the picture out of my mind. I had to write up to 500 words about it. I came up with 427. I edited it and submitted it the next day. I am awaiting results from that group.

On Saturday before Thanksgiving, I received an email from one of my blog followers, asking my permission to link to that day’s post. She was writing one on the same person and wanted to link to mine. I felt encouraged by this email. Thank you, Sandi.

On the Tuesday of Thanksgiving week. I served food at our church’s Community Thanksgiving Dinner. I stationed myself at the end of the serving line where I gave out dinner rolls and wrapped pads of butter. With each roll I served, I told the person to be blessed. A photographer from the city newspaper. At one point, he stood nearby as he took pictures. A bit later, he approached me, told me he had taken a picture of me and asked me my name. I spelled it to my left. When he walked away, I felt bad for the other two women. I told them what I had thought. They didn’t hold it against me.

On the Saturday after Thanksgiving, our son came home for the weekend. We didn’t do anything on Saturday but eat and watch television. Sunday morning, he attended church with me. Hubby and I sent food (Left-overs) back with him. He made it safely up and back.

I have begun to do crewel embroidery as a way of relaxing when I am not writing or engrossed in a television show. It goes slowly because I started out misreading the instructions. But that will make it mine and not anyone else’s. it is a wall hanging that shows seven antique cars. I was telling a couple of women at the nursing home about it and the patient there told me to check out Wal-mart here or in the next town to see their selection.

May God give each of you peace and blessings as you prepare to celebrate His Son's birth.