Hope - Chaos & Comfort
Happy Friday!
WAIT! WHAT? - it's Friday!? Already? Oh, expletives deleted, I've got so much to do!
Thin fingers of panic creep their way up the back of my neck before igniting a frenzy of synaptic activity in my vintage brain. So much to do. So little time!
I really do enjoy the baking but the decorating in this season is a bit of a reach for me - Martha Stewart I ain't!
Still, I can cope...with a little help from Old Man Winter.
It's the gifts that fuel much of my angst. Come December 1st every year, I ask the family for their "Santa Wish List". Half of them respond almost immediately (you know who you are - bless you!) and the rest of the crew is hit and miss.
With a list and some guesses, off I go in search of the perfect and not so perfect gifts. What used to require time-consuming crawls through the Mall madhouse, now only requires time-consuming surfing through the internet asylum.
It's a jumble everywhere!
I suppose I could just buy them all gift cards. But come Christmas morning, where's the fun in that?
I love the pile of wrapped parcels under the tree, spilling out in all directions.
And the scattered mess afterward.
I love the whole Christmas morning scene where chaos and comfort romp together.
Hope does not come in a gift card form to be redeemed at a later date. She gets right in there into the midst of life with the wild stuff and the mundane. When there are things that can be done, She does not tolerate my sitting on the sidelines wringing my hands and whining.
This old heart of mine too often loses itself in self, losing Hope's message of encouragement because I'm spinning in a whirl of ToDo lists.
As the first week in the journey to Christmas draws to a close, I ask Hope to be my Morning Star, guiding me, encouraging me, leading me through the Advent season with the grace of joy and laughter.
©2025 April Hoeller
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