This past weekend my dear friends and I held a bake sale. It’s an annual kind of thing, five years running now. During the weeks preceding the event we get together and bake and visit and bake and visit and eat five dollar pizza and let our kids play with Lego’s and bake some more and visit and laugh and chortle and spill powdered sugar and bake and visit.
Then we head to our own homes to take care of families. And we bake some more…
until we have goodies a plenty.
Then we just cross our fingers and hope that folks will come and spend a bit of money for a good cause. And the amazing thing is…
People do! They offer their hard earned money for our treats. And then we give the money to someone who needs it. Someone who has fallen on hard times and needs a little boost during the holiday season.
And do you want to hear the craziest thing?
The whole thing makes me happy from my toes to my nose. And happy is a great thing to be, wouldn’t you say?
Several weeks ago I was feeling a bit ba-humbug-ish. It may have been due to the Halloween Day Christmas music I caught on the radio. (Shouldn’t we celebrate Thanksgiving or something?) Or perhaps it was my kids handing me gigantic Christmas wish lists, or the thoughts of all the shopping and getting and getting and getting and getting and GETTING…and spending and buying and spending.
Bah-Humbug, to be exact.
A few days later I found myself with two sweet twin boys cuddled up on my lap, story book wide open, reading Christmas Oranges. Do you know about this story? It’s the kind a mother can’t read without wiping tears away and struggling to keep a steady voice. Its a beautiful story that melts this grumpy gals heart, every time. I’m always amazed at the fresh perspective it gives me. It makes my simple life glisten and glow like I’m the queen of England or something. And not because I drive a glamorous Hyundai mini van, shop at Walmart and buy Grandma’s Sycamore Bread for $1 a loaf at the Sarah Lee Outlet. (It seems like I just might be The Queen Of England herself, doesn’t it! Thanks for noticing.) The thing I adore about this book, is its tender reminder to be grateful for the the most beautiful blessing in my life. And what is that, you might be wondering?
Having someone to love. Children to love, a husband to love…friends (to bake with), neighbors, parents, sisters, brothers…all to love.
What else could a person possibly need?