The kids and I spent the weekend with my parents. The thing about driving to their house it have been there so many times I sort of drive on auto-pilot which gives me time to think.
Yesterday I was thinking about what it means to "abide". I just finished reading "Wide Open Spaces" by Jim Palmer, which I thoroughly enjoyed , and he wrote a lot about "the abiding way". I read a book back when I was pregnant with Beth, it was one of the first books that truly disturbed my idea of spirituality. It is called Abide in Christ by Andrew Murray, I read the book with huge question marks in my brain. I was like "what does this all mean?!!!!" I was thinking yesterday about what it is not- it's not just a fuzzy feeling. It's not something inelectual, but it can't be merely an issue of obedience and the choices we make. That was when I realized - like one of those lightbulb moments that is is all of those things... I feel like I just have a corner of this realization but living with more questions answers is something I am learning.
We had a fun time at my parent's house. Beth made a gingerbread house from a kit (the gingerbread tastes so bad it is practically inedible) Emma made sugar cookies, Katie-A made a Christmas refrigerator magnent with Mum and we helped Papa put up the Christmas tree. There is always an unusual experience to be had at my parent's house. I tried horseradish mustard for the first time and listened to a bit of midevil chant as we decorated the Christmas tree.
I am so glad to be home now. Even with the dirty dishes by the sink and the baskets of clothes in my bedroom. I'm really really happy to be back home!