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17 Days until Christmas and the Magic Kingdom is Dressed in White

Winter has come to the Magic Kingdom.

Oh I miss the garden of spring, bright green and fairly juicy with surging life, growth visible almost hourly. 

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The garden of summer, strong, tall, spreading and proud established its rightful territory hosting parties for butterflies and bumblebees while birds swooped and circled overhead for entertainment. 

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Comes fall and the autumn colors dazzle and your head spins with the abundance and fruitfulness: ripe maturity and the reward of the work of your hands.  You  gather and enjoy as quickly as you can, more than you’d hoped or dreamed for, more than enough.  What will you do with the excess?  The garden, only months earlier bare soil, became a hypnotic haven overgrown with delicious joy and frolic, intoxicating verdancy, flourishing symbiosis and riotous vitality.

Winter.

Winter.  The winds have blown away the brown crispiness from branches no longer green in a purifying poof.  And just like that – bare, faded, stark and desolate woody shrubs etch their way across the landscape looking for all the world like death in this blustery cold.  I am forced inside where I stand at the window wondering why.  What has happened in the Magic Kingdom?

The snow covers it all.  The snow keeps falling and floating across the Magic garden Kingdom, and has settled decidedly upon each branch and every surface, carefully tucking itself around all shrubs and trees, blanketing the the 4′ x 4′ squares where vegetables once grew abundantly.  There is quiescent hush there now where once the sound of the spade dug deep into earth, the fountains bubbled exuberantly and night fires blazed; children laughed and ran around while little weeds were uprooted and branches were pruned and sugar snap peas were hungrily crunched upon right then and there in the verdant Kingdom.

Covering.

But the snow covers all now and despite my sadness at the loss of earlier, greener days,  the snow serves its true purpose hiding the ground, preventing the heat generated by the earth from escaping.  This blanket of crystal white inhibits the radiant life energy from abandoning the roots of the trees and bushes and plants and they are graced with warmth and protection (often 40-degrees warmer) in the dark, deep soil of winter, regardless of what happens in the visible.  Did you know roots have a life-pulse that continues through even the most frigid conditions?  When the branches above have been frozen in their tracks by sub-zero temperatures, the roots are active and ready to spring into action at any moment, growing and spreading further and deeper even during the resting phase of winter.  The snow covering is grace.  The snow is mercy.  The snow is a safeguard, a secure shelter for the deepest, most important, most delicate and valuable resources and treasures.

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The snow covers it all.  It unifies the the browns and grays and wheat-golds of the deciduous stand-bys.  For this season, this cold and sometimes hope-dwindling time of year, the snow creates a formal gown of beauty for ashes, of gladness for mourning and becomes a garment of praise instead of despair (Is. 61.3).  Sandy-the-Dog runs into the white, kicking up the flakes like dust and hundreds of birds fill the air in shock from where they’d been feasting on berries, but soon realize how harmless she  is and go back to stake their claim.  I laugh at the sight.  Life goes on.  In winter white.

He gives beauty for ashes
Strength for fear
Gladness for mourning
Peace for despair

When sorrow seems to surround you
When suffering hangs heavy over your head
Know that tomorrow brings
Wholeness and healing
God knows your need
Just believe what He said

He gives beauty for ashes
Strength for fear
Gladness for mourning
Peace for despair

Crystal Lewis, Beauty for Ashes

Hidden under a canopy of mercy on a melancholy winter’s day…Jeanie

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NOTE TO SELF:  Spring will come again.  My roots will be more established, stronger.  Have mercy on me, Lord, have mercy…

pictured: The Magic Kingdom (aka my backyard) in September; and now.

18 Days until Christmas, but only 8 Days to VOTE for Altar in this Round!

ALL DAVE WANTS FOR CHRISTMAS IS TO WIN THIS CONTEST!

From the publisher, www.wherethemapends.com:

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Greetings, fellow Anomalien.

The Phase 3 polls are open and taking votes now.I’ve decided to leave the polls open for 8 days this time. Hopefully that will give time for folks to get the forum figured out. In previous phases, people sometimes felt they didn’t have enough time and maybe weren’t able to cast their votes. Not this time!

The polls will remain open until midnight Eastern time on December 15. Tell your people! And be sure to get there yourself.

Eight entries remain in the main contest. One of them will be the next Marcher Lord Press book.   Come tell me which 3 should advance to the final round.

Last time, only one vote separated the final book that advanced and the first book that didn’t. Your vote counts!

Thank you for your participation in Marcher Lord Select!

Jeff

Today?  Is a day to wrap gifts and make menus and drink hot chocolate and read books.  You saw it here: eight remain and from this vote will come the final three. 

You may follow directions at www.daverhoades.com to become a registered voter (if you have voted before, you are already registered) and to find your way to download the final entries.  Then? 

VOTE!! 

Pretty please?  And Merry Christmas!

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VOTING:  Today through December 15, midnight ET

Baby Names

Goody!!  Jovan says we get to nominate names for baby-to-be (due in March).  We each get to submit one girl’s name and one boy’s name as a back-up.

Boy name.

Even though Rocky & Jovan have already nixed it, my boy-name nomination remains: David Allen Rhoades III.  When we named Rocky after Dave (not “junior,” but “David Allen Rhoades II”), we did it with an eye toward the future.  Dave (the first) didn’t actually want to name a son after himself, but he was adopted and it just seemed, after Rocky was born, that it would be a nice way to leave legacy, a way for Dave to pass on something of himself into the future since he didn’t have a lot of past to give.  And we did it with the thought that there would someday be a David Allen Rhoades III – never even considering that it wouldn’t be our choice to make!  Haha!   

We learned quickly, in 1984 (after only 10 or 11 days, I think),  that having a second David in the house was going to be confusing, so new-baby-son became “Rocky” and has been known that way since. (Rocky after our favorite movie boxer, not the cereal, ice cream or TV show)

Rocky and Jovan won’t use my boy name nomination, but I submit it humbly, nonetheless.  Not only is there the family-heritage piece, but there is David in the Bible and he was awesome!!  So I will even suggest these possible nicknames for possible-baby-boy-Rhoades to be known by, since the family already has its’ share of Daves and Davids.  He could be known as “Dusty” (an old family name), or even “Roman Rhoades.”  “Country” would be interesting, or  how about “Scholar?”   All viable choices, I think.

My boy-name submission:  David Allen Rhoades III + a nickname

Girl’s names.

Now, on the girl front, I have several I’d like to submit, but I am only allowed one.  ONE!  So I need help with which one!  Which should I do from these three?

1.

Jericho, “Coco” for short.  IF I had had one more child back in the 80’s, which statistically speaking would almost certainly have been a girl (right?), I’d have named her Jericho.  That’s right: Jericho Rhoades.  I decided I’d done enough to populate the earth with Godly seed, though, so I dropped out of baby-making and left that perfectly wonderful name choice just sitting there – for some one else to use.

As for a middle name on this?  It could be anything, really.  Maybe “Belle” because that was my Grandma’s middle name and my dad always says if he had it to do over, he’d have named me “Jeanie Belle.”  Then, if we called Jericho “Coco,” she’d be “Coco Belle,” which sounds a little like “Coco Chanel,” the famous French fashion designer who so impacted the last century. 

But then would little ornery boys on the playground be “Cukoo for Coco Puffs?”  Hmmm…probably….but is that necessarily a bad thing?

So, that is it.  My first possible nomination in the girl’s category is Jericho Belle.  Or just Jericho, leaving the middle name to her parents, TBD, because I am thoughtful like that.

2.

Maisy Grace (Maisy like Daisy, or it could be spelled “Maizy).  I think it is a fairly obvious reference to the song, “Amazing Grace,” and you cannot go wrong pinning a name like “Grace” on a little girl.  Look what it did for Grace Kelly.  I believe I even wanted Tristan and Stephanie to name Gemma “Gracie,” because their last name IS Kelley!  Come on!

I have already told Jovan I am liking this name for a granddaughter of mine.  So whaddya think?  Maisy Grace Rhoades?

3.

Abigail, Abby for short.  Can’t you just see it?  Abby Rhoades.

Now Bryan will tell you he came up with this first – way back before Averi was born.  And judging by blogs written, he is right.  He did.  I thought it just came to me like a heavenly vision one day.  I was thinking of cute names that began with “A” because Jovan wanted “A” names and suddenly there it was:  like Abby Road, THE faahaaa-mous record by the Beatles, based on a the faahaaa-mous Abby Road pedestrian crossing in London, England (which you can watch live on the internet).  I mean, how cute is that?

For a middle name, though?  Abigail Belle…hmmmmm….nooooo.  That doesn’t work.  So, I respectfully submit Jovan’s mom’s shortened name, Jo (from JoAnn).  Abigail Jo, or Abby Jo Rhoades.

Possible girl’s names:

  • Jericho Belle (or TBD) Rhoades, “Coco”

  • Maisy Grace Rhoades

  • Abigail Jo Rhoades “Abby Rhoades”

 

Which one shall I submit?!?

Christmas is only 19 Days Away!

From my living room window as I write, I can look out across the broad front lawns of our farm like a lovely picture post card of wintry New England.  In my fireplace the good cedar logs are burning and crackling.  I just stopped to go into my gleaming kitchen to test the crumbly brown goodness of the toasted veal cutlets a la {?} in my oven.  Cook these slowly…”  Elizabeth Lane (as played by the versatile and provocative Barbara Stanwyck) sitting in her New York apartment (pretending to be on a farm in Connecticut) typing her column  for the American Housekeeping Magazine in the movie, “Christmas in Connecticut”

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No toasted veal cutlets warming in my oven here (I just had a slice of cold pizza for breakfast), but along with a rich cup of steaming-hot coffee I am enjoying a delicious, slow Sunday morning in the Colorado air where a light, dusty snow is falling softly like grace, covering the winter-scarred landscape with a sparkling beauty in  a gentle silence.  In a pallette of white alone, God manages to cause the somewhat lifeless winter look to awaken in splendor and reveal His mercy-covering nature to a fallen world.

Snow falls like grace and suddenly all things are new again. 

“God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways; He does great things beyond our understanding.  He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth,’ and to the rain, ‘Be a mighty downpour.’  So that all men He has made may know His work, He stops every man from his labor.”  Job 37.5-7 NIV

image found on google: Rocky Mountain Reflections Photography, Inc.  by Andy Cook

Why Tredessa can’t marry Danny Gokey

I had the best idea ever!

Everyone knows I was a little ga-ga over Gokey during the last season of American Idol.  He ended up in 3rd place, but should have been #1!  Danny was the big voice, sweet kid with 187 pairs of eye glasses – so kind of a nerd with panache.  And he was a worship-leader-widower.  The more I learned about him, his values and heart, the more I loved him!

I began to devise: Yes – what a great idea!  Tredessa is so right for himLet’s book him for Heaven Fest.  Because naturally, if we got Danny and I could get them both backstage and they met, they’d see what a perfect match they’d be, right?  I mean-you know Tredessa – how lucky would Danny be?

Then Tredessa sent me this quote in an an email with the subject being  “Why I can’t marry Danny Gokey”:

Never get involved with a man whose wife’s been murdered. For one, he’s not a real barrel of laughs. Two, you can’t compete with her. It’s not like the marriage started going downhill when she was boozing or sleeping around. I mean, she was taken from him at the peak of their love. She’s gone out on a high. She’s like Marilyn Monroe or Jimmy Dean. Can’t compete with her.  Never get involved with a man whose wife’s been murdered.” -Ricky Gervais on Extras

And apparently even though Danny’s wife (who, by the way actually was a beautiful woman of conviction, who devoted her energies to ministering to families and children who had been touched by “poverty, sickness, or disease”) wasn’t murdered, Tredessa believes this still applies.

As if.

Here the kicker, though.  Stormie and I were a little worried about me posting this in case Danny Gokey googles his name and reads this and I have now ruined any and all chances my daughter ever had with him.  When I told Tre, she laughed her head off and said, “Post away.  I don’t think this blog will be what ruins my chances.”

Sophia’s Heart Foundation “One Heart Touching Many”  The Foundation Danny founded in his late wife’s honor.  A good cause.

21 Days ’til Christmas ~ Holidays are Joyful!

“The lights on my tree, I wish you could see, I wish it everyday.”

I grew up with very traditional Christmas music.  The 1960’s were when you could purchase an LP for $1.98 at the supermarket full of all the classic songs like “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…” and “A Few of My Favorite Things”  by various artists including Johnny Mathis or The Ray Conniff Singers.  Occasionally you’d buy an album by a stand-out like Bing Crosby.  I still treasure the 2 Christmas records I have by him.

“Merry Christmas, Darling,” by the Carpenters was my first sort of non-traditional Christmas pop-song.  I’d hold my dad’s little transistor radio (which I’d snuck from his second dresser drawer) to my ear, and, at barely 11, sing along with Karen, trying with all my heart to understand her longing.

Through the years more and more Christmas music has been added to the songs I love.  Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers have produced some great stuff.  Lee Greenwood sings a couple that always pierce my heart.  The Partridge Family album still makes me laugh and I even enjoy a Motown Christmas.  Harry Connick Jr. is great for seasonal cheery tunes as well as some sacred and I do love the 90’s Mariah Carey album.  And let’s not forget that Amy Grant, is a Christmas-music genius.

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Looking Back

But this year, I am feeling very traditional again.  I am reaching back to music I grew up with, the songs my mom played on the Hi-Fi during my early days.  I am less about the pop side of Christmas and anything that has been produced since 1970 and on, and sort of loving melodies that have been recorded so many times no one even remembers who did them first (like “Winter Wonderland”) and some that have been recorded a lot but the first recording is all that matters (like “White Christmas” by Bing Crosby).

The cool thing now is, of course, that “Merry Christmas, Darling” is a classic.  It IS one of the old tried and true songs of the season.  And now I understand the deep sentimentality.  For I wish, if I might “have the wish that I wish for tonight,” to gather everyone I love from near and far together during these long, dark winter nights to laugh and remember, to sing and make merry, to be close and bask in the 6-7000 lights on my tree.  And we could play Karen and sing…

That I wish you a Merry Christmas

Happy New Year, too

I’ve just one wish on this Christmas Eve

I wish I were with you, I wish I were with you. 

Bed space is limited here.  So if you are going to come and see me and make my wishes come true, please call in advance.

pictured: The Moslander family Christmas card, 1968.  Jeanie, Joey, Timmy, Tammy and Danny (Love love love to my siblings!  Please note: I was reading from The Children’s Book of Knowledge – which is why you are all so successful and smart.  You may thank me with a very nice Christmas gift.)

One Week Later

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We gave thanks.  And we ate…a lot.

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Today is trash day and I threw away enough leftovers this morning to have fed the whole group again!  Tsk.  I mean that gravy?  Was a.m.a.z.i.n.g.  Really.  Amazing!  If I do say so myself.  Lots of other wonderful food, too, by all the great cooks who came to the table.  Stef & Wrex’s famous Red Hot Jello, and Tristan’s homemade bread (o the toast I have enjoyed this week) and Dessa’s corn casserole and Tara’s o-so-creamy mashed potatoes and Leah’s Mexican Pasta (the woman cooked like it was all in her court) and Stormie’s fabulous, fabulous pumpkin pies and so much more.  It was 6 or 7 meals in one!

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We sang karaoke like maniacs.

Wrex reeeeeeeallly loves to sing those country-boy-tractor-woman-lovin’ songs!  Us girls all did a rousing rendition of “You make me feel like a natural woman!”  And songs by the Monkees were popular!

The people who got the “wear black” memo.

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Left: Dessa. Leah, Stef, Ali, Stephanie, Dave, Stormie. Right: three cooks in their aprons.

Those Thanksgiving boots were made for walking.

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Ali, Stormie, Jovan, Stef, Tara, Tredessa

Boots were definitely the fashion footwear of the day.

We played the arguing game* and Wii.

And a certain rather large contingency disappeared into the basement for XBox 360…or something?  Dave even brought out his childhood electronic football game so the kiddos could see an antique toy. : )  

*The “arguing game” is actually Cranium Party Play-Off, available at Starbucks.

Sweet children ran and tumbled and jumped and spinned round and round.

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Gavin and Guini, Hunter and Gemma, Averi and Samuel and Moses.  They got along so well and were so sweet!

Family, by blood, by the Spirit, by choice.

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Tredessa and Tara; Andy and Leah

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Leah and Tara; Tara and DP; Stefanie and Wrex (aka “Sexy Wrexy”)

Thankful.

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22 Days and Counting & the True Meaning of Christmas

Has anyone ever really said it better?

Did you see the full moon last night, first all huge and orangy just emerging over the horizon and then bright in the blue, white-puffy-cloud sky?  Oh it was gorgeous (from my seat in the car in the church parking lot where it took a full half hour to warm up!).  The stars were twinkling and the dry snow shimmered in its moonlit bath while I listened to a rather decent selection of Christmas music on Cozy-101.*   And it was frigid, frightfully lung-freezing cold at 19-degrees, but there is something so pure, so quiet in that.

This is the only time this year I plan to romanticize winter.  It happened.  It was beautiful.  Now let’s get back to a regular Colorado winter.  For crying out loud. 

*I want Delilah’s job (weekdays 7pm – midnight on Cozy!).  And that cannot be her real name?  Come on.

23 Day Countdown and Ho Ho Ho with Hunter

Hunter’s parents are out of town

He walked in Monday, dropped his bags, adjusted his red super-hero cape and asked me, “So Nonna, are you really happy to see me here for 2 days?”  Naturally!  I am.

I took Hunter to pre-school Tuesday afternoon.  It is in an older home in a slightly rural setting and all the mommies gather to visit on the front porch before the teacher unlocks the door.  

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On Santa Claus.

I am visiting with the young mommies and rather flattered that I was mistaken for one of them briefly, though as I expressed to them quite candidly, “If I had a 5 year old at my age, I’d shoot myself,” (though the morning cuddling is divine).  When suddenly I become aware that the very black-and-white-no-gray-area, pragmatic grandson, Hunter, is causing terror in the heart of a darling little long-haired girl with this announcement: “There is no Santa Claus.  He is not real, he is a fake.  My mommy and daddy told me the truth.” 

“He is real.  There is a Santa Claus – he comes to my house,” she countered, then to her mommy, “He is saying Santa Claus isn’t real.”

I tried to get him to stop…several times.  Several. Times.  But he just would not.  He terrorized the little girl and any other child who would listen with his no-Santa declaration.

When I tried explaining to him later that it is not up to him to tell other children what he knows about Santa, but that he should allow their own parents  to explain that, he countered incredulously with, “Well, her mom was the one who told her there is a real Santa Claus.” 

My own kids were also the dashers of Santa dreams during their public school years, with Stormie being the greatest offender.  You know the joy many families get from perpetuating the Santa Claus story during Christmas?  Well, apparently our family finds that joy through shooting it down.  YIKES!  Mea culpa…I really did feel bad.  Touchy subject.

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Other Hunterisms:

He and I were watching cute internet animal videos and I was oohing and aahing over the mini-pigs that are only the size of newborn babies full-grown.  When it showed a woman cuddling with one while she was watching TV I asked him, “Don’t you want a little mini-pig, Hunter?  You could cuddle with it.  How cute?”  He gave me the what-is-wrong-with-your-logic look, took a deep breath and informed me, “Nonna.  My house is not a farm.”

Hunter, after seeing Stormie’s jar of pennies:  “Why do you have all this money? You need to be giving it and not keeping it all to yourself.”

On the way to the airport the other day, DP and Tara in the front seat, Hunter and Tredessa in the back, they were singing “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” joyfully anticipating the Christmas season ahead and Hunter got pretty agitated when his dad sang silly or changed the words or tune.  He wanted a straight-up version apparently.  Because on the next run-through, when Dessa started shouting out those little phrases that many people like to add: “Like a lightbulb,” and “Like Monopoly” to fill in the Rudolph story, Hunter stopped them cold.  “We have to sing this right!  Tredessa back here is being all funny.”  But Hunter was not amused.  Hunter does not want humor added to something as serious as Christmas!

Hunter loves to wrestle and engaged his Auntie Stormie in a battle.
Hunter:
In the name of Jesus! (runs over and karate chops the Aunt.  The Aunt grabs his wrists, immobilizing him)
Hunter: I said ‘IN THE NAME OF JESUS!’
(Stormie giggling, still holding his wrists, Hunter gets quiet)
Hunter: (whispering VERY quietly): God, help me.
(Stormie begins laughing so hard she lets go of his wrists)
Hunter: See? God told you to let go!

Stormie and Hunter were looking at pictures from his birthday party.                                                                                 Stormie: Do you remember you were sick at your party?   (Hunter nods)  That was pretty stinky huh?  {30 second pause}
Hunter: You could smell my illness?

You might imagine that an an actual argument about the proper use of the word “stink” ensued.  He is literal.  That keeps us laughing.  Ho!  Ho!  Ho!

images: Hunter around the time he turned 5 in October…does anyone doubt that he was actually piloting that plane?  I don’t!