Tuesday, December 28, 2010


Christmas is leisurely now. No more kids thundering down the stairs on Christmas morning. Well. Until the day I spend Christmas with a houseful of grandchildren!

A few scenes from our house ...

In my campaign to de-clutter, I passed along a few
ornaments to the newliest-weds.

Grandma Haller spent the day with us!

Our traditional Christmas brunch
(sausage souffle, served every Christmas for 30 years) - enjoyed by all.

Bill really needed a pillow and Santa came through.

Yes, this photo is out of focus. Jill does NOT sit still
when excited and surprised ...

.. and she's such fun to watch!

Obviously, a happy gal with her new sewing machine,
from her hubby, my son Mark.
I mean there were screams over this machine!

Who traveled farthest? David, who froze
in our house where we conserve heat!

Blogger is super-slow tonight, so I'm signing off.
More photos to come!

Friday, December 24, 2010

Who would sacrifice a son?

What does Christmas mean to you? About the time my sons were born, its meaning radically changed for me.

Sons come roaring into the world. They're loud. They tease. They burp. They play mean tricks on their sisters. They attract dirt and hate baths. Before I had kids, I was a little scared about having even one little boy. God laughed and gave me three boys, one right after the other. I nicknamed them Curly, Larry and Moe.

Our boys won my heart in short order. Bringing me fresh-picked dandelions. Asking me to play trucks and color with them. Writing me little love-notes. "Fixing" things around the house. Holding my face and declaring their love for me. Snuggling on my lap for a story at bedtime. And when they did bathe, they were just so handsome with their wet hair neatly combed.

In contrast to girls, boys put it all out there with no pretending. They tell it like it is. Or they slug their brother and everything's good again. Like the men they're destined to be, boys get to the task at hand and it's done. They love a challenge and chores can be accomplished by making them into a race. Although they sometimes tried to hide the fact, my boys had tender and compassionate hearts.

Now young men, my sons still melt my heart. They are honorable, loving, diligent. (Though when they're together they will act like Curly, Larry and Moe.)

Would I ever sacrifice my sons? I don't know of a mother who would. Not for a good person and certainly not for an evil one. There's not anything or anyone in this world that could convince me to give up one of my sons.

But God took no convincing. He saw the mess we'd made in this world and devised a plan to save us. Unbelievably, God became man in the form of a baby and was entrusted to a young Jewish couple 2,000 years ago. Unlike the nativity sitting on our piano, God knew his son wouldn't stay in the manger. He'd grow up and in obedience to his father, die a horrible death on a cross for the sins of everyone, for all time.

So the baby in the manger was the beginning, not the end. Christ was a lot of things. But his central purpose was to be the bridge to heaven, to show without a doubt that He's the way to eternal life. (Acts 4:12) As a mother, I can't imagine putting the weight of the world on my sons. But then, I'm not God.

That's what Christmas means to me. And I hope the same for you. I could never sacrifice my Curly, Larry or Moe. That's what makes God so unfathomable and amazing.

Merry Christmas to all!

(This post first appeared on December 24, 2008.)

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

two days in the life

The past two days I ...

* could have found myself on the mall Santa's lap, but thankfully did not. You see, I was studying my mall map (yes, I dorkily use a mall map).

* spent four hours shopping. Well, maybe more like three. The other hour was spent waiting in traffic and finding parking spots.

* decided there is no recession in Columbus, Ohio.

* was amazed that the stores had lots of sales help. These people actually asked if I needed help. Refreshing!

* went to ten stores total.

* worked at my part-time job for over ten hours.

* mentally prepared a checklist for next year: Christmas shop in October, bake in November, write cards in early December. Then said to myself, says I, "you're joking, right?"

* texted with my sister, two sons, daughter, two daughters-in-love and husband. All important Christmas business.

* found this photo taken almost one year ago in Charlotte, N.C. at the Billy Graham museum. What a peaceful, lovely evening our family spent there.

I hope you are sailing happily toward Christmas!

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Happy anniversary, Dad and Sally

Twenty-nine years ago today, my dad married Sally McAdoo, a vivacious Tennessee woman. A real southern lady!
Dad and Sally have now been married longer than my parents.

Sally is different from my mother in many ways, but she is the same in her devotion to my father. They are in a challenging time of life and a unique situation. Earlier this year Sally moved to Dad's assisted living facility so she could be near him.

Rarely a day goes by that Sally doesn't share a meal and watch TV with Dad. She keeps tabs on his overall health. Perhaps it isn't what they'd have chosen for this stage of life, but they are thankful to live in a safe and caring environment.

Happy 29th anniversary, Dad and Sally. Thank you for showing us how to continue loving each other late in life.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Joseph's Lullaby

I struggle this time of year, allowing myself to get overly busy, trying to "make a perfect Christmas." I don't shop early, bake early or write cards early. So it all piles up ... right about now. Honestly? I probably don't even stop to consider why I do all these things at all. Except that I love others and want to give.

Without fail, what always brings me back to the 'why' of Christmas is music. The lyrics of old favorites and new compositions soften my soul and allow God to remind me of why we give. Because He gave. It's that simple.

I'm borrowing the rest of this post from last year because I like it. Oh, and because my shopping's not done!

[We were awaiting the birth of our first grandchild.] I think of Joseph. He, too, welcomed his baby into the world. While Joseph's son was destined to be the Savior of the world, for all people, for all time, Joseph was a man, a humble carpenter. I can't imagine his divided emotions over the arrival of this little boy. The group MercyMe expresses Joseph's situation beautifully. Take a listen. I hope it brings your heart closer to the heart of Christmas.


Go to sleep my Son
This manger for your bed
You have a long road before You
Rest Your little head.

Can You feel the weight of Your glory?
Do You understand the price?
Does the Father guard Your heart for now
So You can sleep tonight?

Go to sleep my Son
Go and chase Your dreams
This world can wait for one more moment
Go and sleep in peace.

I believe the glory of Heaven
Is lying in my arms tonight
Lord, I ask that He for just this moment
Simply be my child.

Go to sleep my Son
Baby, close Your eyes
Soon enough You'll save the day
But for now, dear Child of mine
Oh my Jesus, Sleep tight

- MercyMe

Monday, December 13, 2010

we've got soup

What frightful weather reports! From the upper midwest to New England, mother nature (don't you just love that politically correct nickname for the creator of the universe?) packed a wallop over the weekend. Twenty inches of snow and more on the way.

While the winds were plenty impressive and the temps dipped way low, we escaped a huge snowfall. But it's real wintry and we've got soup! Out comes the soup pot and bread machine. Easy and piping hot on a frigid December afternoon!

I made vegetable-beef soup (in which I nearly forgot the tomatoes and absolutely did forget the potato because I avoid recipes) and sunflower seed bread.

What do you make for dinner when the winter winds blow?

And I took a pic of my soup but there's a failure to communicate between camera and computer!

Friday, December 10, 2010

Santa Central

 My daughter Katie had a very good idea concerning Christmas gifting. "Why doesn't everyone put out their gift ideas in one list, then we don't have to keep asking each other?"

An excellent suggestion, Katie! Because here it is, two weeks before Christmas, and we Hallers are scrambling around trying to come up with a perfect gift idea. For a few years the kids drew each other's names. Not sure what happened with that. Now I'm getting e-mails and phone calls (and yes, making a few of my own) asking what so-and-so would like.

There's a rumor that at least one couple in the family has finished their shopping. That is beyond my ability to imagine. But hey, it's Christmas. I can dream!

Anyway, this is our first Christmas with a sweet little grandchild. And here she is, inspecting the tree. Her first. So precious.

Whenever I get a little gift-bedraggled, I'll just look at this photo and remember the tiny miracle that is Christmas.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

with a tree on top, don't, DON'T pull into the garage!

I'm pleased to announce that we did NOT pull into the garage whilst our Christmas tree was tied atop the van. Yay us!

Who would do that, you ask? I did. Yes, I most certainly did, probably ten years ago. But I had four giddy kids in the van at the time, all of them loudly drunk on Christmas expectation. We'd just visited Bill at his office, where a lovely Christmas open house was in progress. After letting them eat a free dinner of BBQ weenies and onion dip, I corralled the kids and headed home. Garage door up, pull in.

Scrreeeeech, scratch. My four sobered up in a hurry. "MOM! THE TREE'S STILL ON THE VAN!"
Duh. I knew that. Well, I did know it, but as harried moms tend to do, I forgot for the few seconds it took to pull into the garage and wedge the tree between van and garage door. Dang.

The boys were big enough to tackle the problem, which, picture this, was a tree in a tight spot. I'd had it. Had enough of kids, Christmas, BBQ weenies, and trees. I walked into the house and let them solve it.

They scooted and slid it right off. And we all laughed.

Every year they remind me of my Christmas lapse in judgment. I'm sure this year will be no different.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

gas station redemption

The episode at the Virginia gas station back in October still bothered me. I guess the guy got his point across because I still think about him every time I pump gas. But over the weekend I had another gas station experience that renewed my faith in people or, at least men at gas stations.

Driving solo to visit my dad in Nashville, I pulled into a Speedway station in Bowling Green, Kentucky. After filling up, I parked to review my route into Nashville. But when I turned the ignition, the awful click-click-click told me the battery was history. Dang.

Feeling like a panhandler - or worse - I approached every guy who pulled in, especially those in pick-ups, asking for jumper cables.

"No ma'am, mine are at home" or "in the other truck, ma'am" was the answer from probably ten different guys. (Am I really a ma'am?) At last, an older gentleman about the age of the Virginia crazy man took pity on me. After trying unsuccessfully to pop the clutch, we found a young guy in a pick-up with cables and they jumped my battery.

Yippee, ready to hit the road. But the older gentleman advised, "right down there is an Advance Auto Parts and you might want to have that battery checked. Then if it's bad they'll put in a new one." I considered and thought, yes, maybe I'd better.

Thirty minutes, a new battery and $90 later I was back on I-65 heading south to Nashville. I learned that the state football championship was coming to Bowling Green that weekend and had I arrived later, the auto parts guys probably couldn't have helped me so quickly. I also called my sister, who I was meeting in Nashville, to pray for my situation.

I didn't even get the first name of the man who came to my rescue. He was sincerely polite and helpful but not creepy. He even drove by as I was getting the new battery and waved, as if making sure I was ok.

There's plenty of nastiness out in the world, as the media is quick to point out. But once in awhile the best of humanity rises up to restore my faith. And maybe Kentucky has more gentlemen than Virginia.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Christmas and the meaning of life

December! As Christmas presses in and retailers threaten to strangle us with trappings and tinsel, I must push it away and get to the core of Christmas: the undeserved gift of Christ.

God loves us with an everlasting love. He is unutterably merciful and kind, and sees to it that not a day passes without the opportunity for new applications of the old truth of becoming a child of God.
This, to me, sums up the meaning of life.
                                                                                               - Elisabeth Elliot

If you missed my post on Elisabeth and wonder about her, go to: Elisabeth Elliot. She's my hero. A prolific writer of incredible spiritual depth who has pursued God for seven decades.