Here’s the July issue of RUBY magazine . . . featuring inspirational articles and poetry, devotionals and short stories, summer celebration recipes, and our monthly feature, the Kids’ Korner with a story just for the young people in your family.
Here’s the July issue of RUBY magazine . . . featuring inspirational articles and poetry, devotionals and short stories, summer celebration recipes, and our monthly feature, the Kids’ Korner with a story just for the young people in your family.
July is more than summer picnics and fireworks for the Fourth and French food for the Fourteenth (Bastille Day)—well, it used to be. July was Vacation Bible School time for our family. School ended late in June and August was time for our family vacation—a circumstance that fit the profile of many in our church. So, from the time they were toddlers, until they took over the volunteering, July was a time for me to be immersed in puppets, nametags, play scripts, volunteer lists, and snack selections.
Yes, for most of the time my children were in VBS, I was a volunteer. We learned together. I often wrote and acted in the puppet shows. Some years, I just made snacks and helped with odd jobs at the camp. The years my children did the high school sports camp (Summer’s Best Two Weeks) my role was simply to drive them—ok, not simply since it was during rush hour in the Washington, DC Metro area.
While they were learning Bible verses and songs, meeting new people, making new friends, watching the gospel being lived out by adults other than their parents (teaches and volunteers),
I had to navigate the intricacies of COMMITTEES. It was a time for me, a person who loves others but who prefers to work alone on projects (Hey, I’m a writer!) and to learn to accept the ideas of others, to bow to someone else’s schedule plan (something I had not had to do once I left the outside work world).
Most of all, it was a special time for my relationship with our children. I drove them back and forth, so heard their lessons in the car as well as at home. I was privileged to hear their impressions of the day, as fresh as could be—and to help them work out problems they encountered during the day.
Moreover, it was a time of outreach into the community—we invited neighbors to go to VBS at our church—a time of babysitting for some families, but a time for us to pray that the attending children would meet that best of all friends, Jesus Himself, at the VBS.
While the children were in classes, I often chatted with the other volunteers, but before and after and often during, I sought some time alone to pray for my children and the others who were attending.
It was my hope that Vacation Bible School would be a vehicle for the Holy Spirit to swoop down into their hearts and transform their souls and their lives. For those children who already had invited Jesus into their hearts, it was my hope that VBS would nurture their love of learning about God with the Bible as their guide.
I do not know the outcome of every child’s experience, of course. But I can tell you it imprinted the life of our daughter. One of the things we will do when our daughter comes to visit this month is read one of the lessons in our family Bible study—a study she initiated.
Each year she chooses a book (in this case a group of books, the Minor prophets) and selects a Bible study workbook for it. Then she facilitates our monthly telephonic (She lives six hours away) Bible study. How appropriate that this month it will be during July, VBS month! Maybe I will suggest a song and craft to accompany our lesson.
Note: Our son preceded us into the Lord’s Presence on March 30, 2002 at age 19. He accepted the Lord into his life at a very young age, thanks to conversations with us, his older sister, and the influence of VBS.
Joan Leotta has been playing with words since childhood. She is a poet, essayist, journalist, playwright, and author of several books both fiction and non-fiction for children and adults. She is also a performer and gives one-woman shows on historic figures and spoken word folklore shows as well as teaching writing and storytelling.
Joan lives in Calabash, NC where she walks the beach with husband, Joe. www.joanleotta.wordpress.com and https://www.facebook.com/pages/Joan-Leotta-Author-and-Story-Performer/188479350973
“Is your mother going to come after you?” The words surprised me, but I quickly recovered. “No, I have my own car,” I replied. I was cleaning my parent’s house and it was my mother who asked the question.
I had suspected Mom’s problem was more serious than the small strokes and Parkinson’s that had been the doctor’s diagnosis. Sometime earlier Mom had left a note on my front door. The words had been scrambled and senseless.
As the dementia worsened, Mom sometimes became more agitated at night. One night Dad phoned, asking for help, because Mom would not go to bed. When I arrived, she told me, “Mom and Pop just live up the road and I want to go visit them.” Of course, her parents had died many years before. I was finally able to calm her by promising she could visit her parents the next morning.
The years passed and at the age of eighty-one, Mom was only a shadow of her former self. She was able to eat without assistance, but most of her needs were met by caregivers. Then Dad needed surgery and while he was in the hospital, I stayed with Mom in the evenings. After work, I stopped at home to gather clothing for the next day and then I spent the night with Mom.
One evening as I walked into Mom’s house, she asked “Where are the others?” In her mind people were coming to eat with her and she had fried several chicken legs for the occasion. Thankfully, she had turned off the stove burners. Once before, Dad had come home to discover all of the burners of the gas stove turned on.
Mom was a Christian and before the illnesses had read her Bible and attended worship services at her church. Now she made no attempt to read the Bible and she never mentioned her church. It bothered me and I yearned for assurance that she was still holding on to her faith.
Each night after taking care of Mom’s needs, I pulled the covers down on her bed and tucked her into bed as she had done for me when I was a young child. Turning back the hands of time, I’d tell Mom good night the way she had done with me all of those long ago years. I said, “Nighty-night.” She looked up at me, smiled, and repeated, “Nighty-night.”
That ritual went on for several nights. Then one bedtime, as I stood ready to say good night, Mom reached up and grasped my hands. Words began tumbling from her mouth. At first, I didn’t understand what she was mumbling. Looking down, I discovered her eyes were closed. She wasn’t talking to me—she was praying! I heard her conclude with “. . . and Lord, help us all to be better Christians.”
My concern had been needless. Mom was holding tightly to her faith in Jesus Christ. I whispered, “Nighty-night,” kissed her on the forehead, and tip-toed from her room.
I had been given my assurance. I had known all along that the Lord would never forget or forsake Mom, but it was such a blessing to know that under the blanket of confusion in her mind, her faith was still holding.
Norma C. Mezoe began writing after a crisis in her life. She has been a published writer for thirty years. Her writing has appeared in books, devotionals, take-home papers and magazines. She lives in the tiny town of Sandborn, Indiana where she is active in her church as clerk, teacher and bulletin maker. Contact at: firstname.lastname@example.org
There are many special memories of my mother although she left us far too soon at age 44. Life had been a struggle for her most of her early years from the Depression, World War II, and epilepsy to name a few. Despite hardship and struggle, Mother carved out some very precious memories for me not only as a little girl who loved coming home to a huge stack of the most delicious oatmeal raisin cookies. ( I knew how to eat an entire row of them so as not to divulge the exact number consumed!)
Her Saturday morning waffles were to die for. Today, I still make her Sunday pot roast and gravy doing every step of the process she taught me. Her chocolate sheath cake was unrivaled by any other baker I knew including my grandmother.
Mother once walked every store in our little shopping center to drop my name in boxes located in each store for the Miss Meadowbrook Shopping Center Queen contest and I won! Always my greatest cheerleader and occasional critic, she maneuvered my teen years with grace and a few high-pitched corrections. Softening some of the verbal reprimands was a constant array of wonderful deserts at the end of bountifully delicious meals.
Such were the comforts afforded this daughter. Yet one comfort surpasses them all. It came at the end of a very trying day in college. I was engaged to a young soldier deployed during the dangerous TET Offensive in the fall of 1966. It had been almost 3 weeks since I had heard from him. Coming in the door from college I went straight to my room. Glancing in the kitchen, I noticed mother seated at the kitchen table. Distraught, tears streaming from my eyes, I sat on the bed.
Suddenly, I felt mother’s arms around me. There was no need to explain anything. She had not asked…it was as though she totally understood. She pressed ever closer and her warm embrace soothed my tears and comforted my heart. To this day, 55 years later, it remains not only one of my greatest memories of Mother, but the greatest comfort.
Sharon Patterson, retired educator, career military wife, and leader in women’s ministry, has written inspirational encouragement in various forms from greeting cards to short stories, poetry, and Bible studies for over thirty years. She has authored three books, and is a contributing author for several of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books. She and her husband Garry live in Round Rock, Texas. They have three sons and five grandchildren.
Can you believe it’s already May?!? We are so excited to see the spring flowers blooming and hear the birds chirping outside the kitchen window in the mornings. This issue of RUBY magazine is packed with inspirational articles and poetry, devotionals and short stories, Mother’s Day craft ideas and recipes, and our monthly feature, the Kids’ Korner with a story just for the young people in your family.
Can you believe it is almost May already? I’m looking forward to the warmer days of spring and summer (although it has still been kind of chilly and rainy here the past few days, I’m hopeful that it will warm up soon!), and all of the creative projects we can do outside in the warmer months.
Here is a pretty reminder of all the beauty of spring in the May 2019 printable calendar we created for you this month. If you would like to use this pretty calendar on your blog or website, just right click on the image and “save as” to your computer. Then you can upload it anywhere you want!
You can also print it out to use in your daytimer / planner to keep track of all of the busy activities of this time of year. I hope you enjoy using the calendars we design and create for you each month . . . . it is lots of fun to come up with new, creative ideas for our calendars, so be sure to use them and share them with your friends and family.
Be watching for the May 2019 issue of RUBY magazine, available next week, right here on the RUBY blog!
Welcome to the season when we prepare our hearts to celebrate Easter! As we remember the death, burial, and resurrection of our LORD Jesus Christ, join us as we read through the Scriptures that tell the story. Kristy at Organic Christian Living has graciously shared her “He is Risen” 30 Day Bible Reading Plan with us. We hope this will encourage you to be reminded every day this month of just how much God loves you.
This is also a great way to share the Easter story with your family. Why not read a passage of Scripture each day together? No matter how many times we read the story of Jesus, it never grows old. The story of Jesus brings blessing and encouragement to each one of us every time we read it.
I hope you will take time to put this Bible reading plan on your daily schedule throughout this month. Be sure to visit Kristy at Organic Christian Living where you will discover many more inspirational and encouraging resources for your Christian life.
I love to create a new calendar page each month for RUBY magazine! But sometimes I discover other bloggers who have created amazing calendars. Many of them also design a bunch of other great stuff for you, too! Then I have the opportunity to introduce you to them and their work.
This gorgeous April 2019 calendar page was created by Andrea at The Cottage Market. Stop by and visit her! You’ll find that she has a TON of printables including a matching To Do list, Shopping list, and Note page.
These are so pretty – you could print them out and put them in your daily planner. That’s what I’m planning to do now that I’ve discovered her beautiful designs. The calendar pages would look great on your blog or website. I love to print out each month’s calendar page to use in my art journal.
I hope you will visit Andrea at The Cottage Market to see all of her other beautiful printables. Be sure to tell her that RUBY sent you!
There’s still snow on the ground, and the wind still blows wildly some days, but spring really is just around the corner. I can’t wait . . . how about you?
I hope you will join us this month. In this issue of RUBY magazine you will find creative inspiration for your home and family. There are also inspirational articles, devotionals, poetry, short stories, book reviews, crafts and recipes. So many resources that will be a blessing and encouragement to you every day of the month!
Be sure to read “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing,” by Robert Robinson, a hymn story written by Diana Leagh Matthews who shares a historical story about some of our most loved hymns in every issue of RUBY magazine. You won’t want to miss the article by Theresa Begin, “Make Your Own Beautiful Chalk Painted Mason Jars.” Read an excerpt from the latest historical fiction novel from Pat Jeanne Davis, “When Valleys Bloom Again: A Novel of World War II.”
You will also find St. Patrick’s Day Fun Ideas for Your Home and Family from Vintage Mama’s Cottage. There are also recipes for Irish Soda Bread by Jeanne Doyon and Quick and Easy Monkey Bread from Theresa Begin. And for a special St. Patrick’s Day dinner, there’s a recipe for Farfalle with Spinach from Joan Leotta. And don’t forget the “Kids’ Corner” where we have a fun activity for kids each month. There is also a short story by Shara Bueler-Repka. This month the story is, “Rider in the Night.” Great reading fun for kids of all ages.
You will be inspired and encouraged by “How We Stand When the Winds Blow,” by Sharon L. Patterson. Don’t miss “My Greatest Need,” by Lisa J. Radcliff, and “Contentment in a Season of Blooming” by Jehn Kubiak. You can also read encouraging words on setting and achieving goals in “A Goal without a Plan is Just a Dream” by Nina Newton. You can also find inspirational poetry by Rejetta Morse and Norma C. Mesoe, as well as a sweet story by Nancy Frantel about her little boy sharing his toys with his friends: “Compassion Inside.”
Be encouraged by the devotional, “Temptation” by Nells Wasilewski and read the amazing story of “Faith on Trial” by Adwoba Addo-Boateng about how God gave her “the most precious gift from God.” There are so many great articles in this issue of RUBY magazine! We feature authors and writers from all across the USA as well as from other English speaking countries. RUBY magazine is an excellent resource for you and your family as you seek to honor God in all areas of your life.
We would love to have you join us in the RUBY community, too, now on Facebook, so it is really easy for you to connect with us. Here’s the link: https://www.facebook.com/rubyforwomen/ Hope to see you there!
Here’s you free printable March 2019 calendar! It is so much fun creating these beautiful calendars every month for RUBY magazine. We love to share them with you here on the RUBY blog as well. This month’s calendar features a pretty watercolor design of a pretty red geranium peeking out from window with white lace curtains and vintage shutters. March is always difficult to find images that truly represent this time of year. It is actually still winter, but not for too much longer, but it isn’t really spring yet.
So, of course, we certainly don’t want to look at more images of snow and other “cold” stuff, but it just doesn’t seem quite time for blooming daffodils. We’ll save those for April. I think that pretty purple, white, and yellow crocuses popping up through the snow would work, too, but I was just ready for the promise of sunshine and bright red geraniums – even if they are inside on a windowsill!
I hope you are anticipating the arrival of spring as much as I am. This has been a long, cold, and rather gloomy winter. Even today as I am working in my home office, the gray clouds are hanging low in the sky and even through there isn’t much snow left on the ground, now it is all brown and muddy. Just waiting for my daffodils and crocuses to pop up! Or maybe, instead of pretty blossoms peeking up towards the sunshine, we’ll still have more snow. No matter, I’m ready for spring! How about you?
Be sure to watch for the March issue of RUBY magazine, available early next week. This issue will feature more inspirational articles, short stories, great recipes and craft projects, as well as poetry, book reviews, and our regular column, Kids’ Korner, with a story, book review, and fun activity for kids of all ages. Stop back soon to keep up with what’s going on here in the RUBY community.
Today the soup crew arrives, arms filled with bags of herbs, cans of broth and beans, and bundles of fresh veggies. Two friends will bring soup pots and one a huge cutting board; each brings a favorite chopping knife. I supply the aprons, ranging from a gathered skirt-style in calico print to full-cover types in bold colors.
One depicts a bowl of steaming soup, others a harvest still life and a strawberry field. The aprons are freshly laundered, with a few stains as reminders of previous soup projects.
One apron is always left untouched— a crisp white chef garment, suited to fit any size with thick ties to wrap around the middle. It may intimidate our happy band of everyday soup cooks, but I offer it each time in case…… [Read more…]
From that angle, they couldn’t even see when the coaster crested the top, but they knew. Suddenly they were sitting up and, in a millisecond, face down, plummeting to the ground. If they lived through the first drop, there was more fun to be had.
What had I gotten myself into? Was there a way out of this line? I must be crazy. My stomach churned with nervous excitement. Part of me could hardly wait to get on. Another part of me wanted to run screaming from the line. [Read more…]
Imagine this scenario. Peter always gets home at 8 p.m., even though he’s only required to stay at the office until 6 p.m. His wife, Katie, constantly asks him to come home on time; to join her and the kids for dinner. Even so, Peter constantly makes excuses: “We need someone to provide for this family,” or “We can’t get through life without work.” Katie once really appreciated Peter’s tender heart towards others and the way he affirmed her. Now she only thinks about his lack of generosity or selflessness. [Read more…]
“Valentine’s Day is coming!” my daughter exclaimed surrounded by pink and red hearts at the store.
“Yup,” I replied, swiftly pushing my cart past the displays.
Valentine’s Day has long been a holiday that caused an inner battle for me. On one hand, I spout that it’s a silly Hallmark holiday and we should show people we love them every day.
Of course, while I’m saying this I secret long for sweet declarations of everlasting love, preferably with a heart-shaped box of chocolates and flowers. [Read more…]
John and I should be celebrating our twentieth wedding anniversary, but it looked like there would be no celebration.
We were spending three weeks with John’s family and friends in England and they included me in everything. But today was to be an outing in the park with our two boys.
However, John had left me there with Josh and Johnny and I was feeling neglected. I paused to watch large white clouds move across a bright blue sky, irritated that I couldn’t share the beautiful scenery with my husband. In three days we would return home.
My sons and I stopped by a stream and watched the ducks glide by. A marching band played nearby.
It happens every 365 days, every 52 weeks, every 12 months, every year a new year dawns. The New Year reminds us that what is past cannot be relived; it points to a time full of new beginnings that started at 12:01 a.m. January 1, 2019. Our minds fill with plans, even well-intended resolutions as newness overrides all negative remembrances of the past year.
We are hopeful, we are determined as if our feet are set in blocks of an impending race. Everything about us is tuned to the moment. The shot is fired and we are out of those blocks, running toward our desired goal-to win! It is 12:02 a.m. January 1, 2019.
Determination is heightened; tenacity is at peak level. “No,” “Not,” “Never” has disappeared from our vocabulary.
The Lord is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in him. – Nahum 1:7
A man was having critical problems. His wife left him, leaving their three children in his care. He was in the army and his responsibilities were many.
Not only was he doing his work, but he was also the sole caregiver to his children.
He talked with his chaplain who tried to encourage the man to allow God to work in his problems.
But the man continued to say he was going to give up, that he couldn’t do all that was needed.
The chaplain decided to try a show-and-tell lesson. [Read more…]
Words by William Whiting, Tune by John B. Dykes
This was a song I recognized from the last line of the first verse. The title I was familiar with was “For Those in Peril on the Sea”. My familiarity with the hymn under this title came from the hymn’s connection to the Titanic.
This was the hymn strongly believed to have been sung on that fateful Sunday of April 14, 1912, at the close of the worship service only hours before the famed liner collided with an iceberg.
The hymn was written by William Whiting, who was an Anglican churchman from Winchester, England. He was born on November 1, 1825, in Kensington, England. He was educated at Chapman College and Winchester College. [Read more…]
A blizzard was bearing down on the east coast. My family was busy preparing. Our three boys packed up and fled to a friend’s farm to ride it out—and have a little fun in the snow. As a nurse, my husband planned to stay at the hospital in case of emergencies.
And me? I was blissfully unaware of anything going on at home in Pennsylvania. Three days before, I flew out of Philadelphia International Airport for a conference in Chicago.
There had been no mention of a potential storm before I left. I had checked in at home a couple of times. My husband said they were going to get a snowstorm, but it shouldn’t be a big deal.
In Chicago, nothing was out of the ordinary—until we tried to leave.
When we arrived at O’Hare for our return flight, there were some delays, some cancellations. But our flight was still “on time.”
Beloved, let us love one another, because love is from God; everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. ─ I John 4:7 (NRSV)
When I walk into the laundry room, I smile. While I don’t mind washing clothes, that’s not the reason for the reaction.
I don’t expect to check a pant pocket and find a five-dollar bill or find the missing partner to a lonely sock.
On the wall hangs a dry erase board where I write my to-do list of responsibilities to complete within the next few weeks. This location allows for gentle reminders, which I glance at when starting a load of laundry.
My more urgent “do today or by tomorrow” handwritten list stays on my desk. While I would prefer not to look at the number of tasks on the list, it’s the mature thing to do. [Read more…]
Well, we are snowed in here this week. The snowflakes are swirling around outside my office window, the wind is blowing, and temperatures are plunging rapidly to below zero levels. I’m staying inside where it is warm! All of which is a good thing, anyway, because we are wrapping up the February issue of RUBY magazine which will be available later this week. [Read more…]
The auctioneer called and said he would come by next week. My stash included old chairs, boxes of ceramics and pottery, assorted artwork, yards of fabric, a nearly new basketball that the children had outgrown, Cabbage Patch dolls with their original certificates, framed mirrors …… and a few pieces of furniture.
I had carefully wrapped breakable items and placed them in boxes; the garage was nearly full when my daughter pulled up with extras from their basement. “People will buy anything at an auction. You never know…” said her husband. One unusually heavy piece took me by surprise: a long burlap-covered cabinet painted a pale yellow.
The redeeming factor was a beautiful piece of marble cut exactly to fit the top. It had been found in the barn! One of the cherry Windsor chairs had a rung missing, but the wicker child’s dressing table and bench were glistening white with their fresh coat of paint. [Read more…]
See then that you walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Therefore, do not be unwise, but understand what the will of the Lord is.
Ephesians 5:15-17 NKJV
2019 steps up to the plate with a bat in hand, ready to hit some major home-runs for God’s glory! [Read more…]
Hymn Stories by Diana Leagh Matthews
The New Year is upon us, bringing new beginnings and new hopes and dreams for the future.
However, regardless of where life takes us, one thing is for sure. We need a firm foundation.
How Firm a Foundation was published in 1787 by John Rippon. When it appeared in Rippon’s ‘A Selection of Hymns,’ it was signed simply “K.”
All efforts to identify this mysterious “K” have been fruitless, and the mystery remains to this day.
Some reprints show the author was “Keene.” Dr. Rippon’s musical director was R. Keene and it’s believed he might be the author of the text, although it’s just speculation. [Read more…]
I must have been feeling melancholic on the day I wrote the poem below. I was a young mother with three children, ages two, five and seven.
Only a few months before, major surgery had been necessary to save my life. I was slowly recovering when the words of this poem formed in my mind and found their way into a small book I used for my journal. [Read more…]
Have you ever created something for yourself around your house that you think nothing of, only to hear all of your friends and family exclaim how much they love it? They declare that they never would have thought to do something that clever and creative!
This is one of those kinds of projects. It came about after finding one more of those big old plastic mugs that some company gave to me for free, with their logo on the side. I’m sure you have one or two of them in your house! [Read more…]
The Lord is my shepherd;
there is nothing I lack.
2 He lets me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside quiet waters.
3 He renews my life;
He leads me along the right paths
for His name’s sake.
4 Even when I go through the darkest valley,
I fear no danger,
for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff—they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Only goodness and faithful love will pursue me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
as long as I live.
Safety: this is the first word that seizes my thoughts after reading Psalm 23. The soft rhythm produces a sense of stillness––an inability to do anything but breathe a soft sigh. How many times have we read through this psalm without heralding its true meaning? [Read more…]
“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23 ESV
January is a traditional time for “starting fresh.” We make resolutions that we hope will transform us during the coming year into better, happier people than we were in the year just finished. Usually, those resolutions are to lose weight, work smarter, and a few other similar ones.
It is our hope that making these improvements will bring us happiness—at least that’s true for me. [Read more…]
After the busyness and excitement of the Christmas holiday and the New Year’s Eve celebrations, it is suddenly winter. It is cold and blustery with wind whipping the brittle branches in the steel gray skies. Our windows are covered with misty fog on a winter morning, and give way to frosty etchings on even colder winter nights. It is easy to become weary of the bleakness of bitter winter days, one after another, shrouding our world in shades of gray. [Read more…]
Now that the Christmas celebrations and family gatherings have come and gone, let’s welcome a new year. We will discover new opportunities for finding creative inspiration in our lives. Join us here in the RUBY community as we celebrate the simple joys of everyday life and meet new friends all along our journey. Let’s welcome the gifts God will bring into our lives in this Happy New Year! [Read more…]
Hello, all. I hope you are enjoying this winter time. It is a rather bittersweet time for me, as I so enjoy Christmas, with all its traditions and Family time, and yet, the promise of Spring is just around the corner.
This specific time of year, before the middle of January hits, I am reminded of my childhood and a tradition that I and my siblings grew up grew up with, that seems to be all but lost in today’s world of technology. Text messages, instant messages, and Facebook postings seem to almost replace pen and paper, as well as actual human interaction. I must admit, at times, I am guilty of this, too. [Read more…]
Each Christmas, flashes of childhood memories transport me back to the innocent days of my youth. Sights, sounds, and even the scents of the season captivate my thoughts in a rush of nostalgia.
My reverie may last a moment or two—sometimes just seconds—before I’m reeled back to present day reality. I treasure each precious image that dances in my head like visions of sugarplums.
Life goes on. For me, it has done so for close to sixty years. [Read more…]
One of my favorite childhood Christmas memories includes wrapping presents.
Each year, I helped mom wrap gifts for family and friends. Working quietly in the back bedroom, we tried not to draw attention since unwrapped presents waited for their protective covering.
Even though we knew to lock the door, sometimes we forgot. Then a curious, intentional door opener in the form of one, or both, of my brothers would spring into action and try to sneak a peek.
We learned to cover the gifts as quickly as possible when we heard the doorknob click, realizing an imminent invasion. In addition to intrusion problems, after about every third present one of us “lost” the tape or scissors. [Read more…]