Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Yet Another Math Problem

Lately, I have been finding it difficult to focus on math. To begin with, it is the first subject of the day, and I am not a morning person . Second of all, I get preoccupied trying to warm my cold hands. Thankfully, I have discovered a solution to my problem-- a cup of tea. A Christmas mug makes it especially nice.



Tea that helps our head and heart.
Tea medicates most every part.
Tea rejuvenates the very old.
Tea warms the hands of those who're cold.
--J. Jonker, Amsterdam, circa 1670

Yes, tea seems to be the right choice! ~Megan

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Christmas Trees

On Saturday we decorated our Christmas tree. One by one ornaments saying things like My First Christmas and Joy to the World came out of the box. Looking at how many ornaments have been collected over the years led me on a train of thought that ended with wondering: Are people like Christmas trees?

Christmas trees start out small, then grow up to various heights.
People start out small, then grow up to various heights.

Christmas trees are filled with ornaments, ones in remembrance of special occasions and ones that are simply decorative.
People too are ornamented, on the outside with things to make them more beautiful and on the inside with memories of special occasions.

Christmas trees are topped by a bow, angel, or star.
People are topped by either their own selfish desires or the desire to serve God.

Finally a Christmas tree just isn't quite right without lights on its branches.
People aren't quite right without the ultimate light, Jesus, in their life.

In the daylight, or easy times, the light blends in with the rest of the tree (or person.) It is easy to focus on the ornaments and forget about the lights.


However in the night, or hard times, the ornaments mean nothing. They are still there, but not even visible in the darkness. The lights are what make you know the tree is a Christmas tree, or the person is a Christian. By the lights you can appreciate the ornaments.



Continuing with gratitude during this advent season, I want to make sure I am focusing on and being thankful for the light. Ornaments make us each unique, but the light is what makes us whole.


21. Jingling Bells

22. Pictures newly hung up on my walls

23. Time to work on Christmas gifts 

24. Candles in our windows 

25. Sleeping in on Black Friday

26. Treasures found in my Nana’s old printers drawer

27. Christmas carols being played on the piano

28. A craft store close to our house

29. Beautiful November weather

30. The hope of snow to come 

31. Arrival of the Advent season 

32. Tape to heal my paper related woes 

33. Home schooling 

34. Victorian pictures above my computer

35. The red cheeked snowman on my desk

36. Carmel tea

37. Mechanical pencils

38. Pink sunsets

39. Lit-up Christmas trees
  
But, even more,

40. Lit-up people











~Megan

Saturday, November 27, 2010

The Feast

Last week in my Sunday school class, we went around the room telling what we were going to do for Thanksgiving. One boy said simply that his family was going to "have a feast." Everyone nodded in agreement-- feasting does seem to be the official Thanksgiving activity.



I hope you were able to have a feast as well!


~Megan

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Once Upon a Canvas (Literally)


I have always thought of the title of my blog as figurative-- like I am a work of art being made by the Creator. This past weekend I had a literal experience with a canvas. You see, for a few months now, I have been wanting to paint a picture to hang above my bed. On Saturday, I finally did it. First, I collected the supplies.



Then, I set about cutting and decoupaging paper onto the canvas, deciding on the design as I went.


After that, I painted on top of the paper.


I enjoyed letting the painting process be messy.


Then I added sparkles.


Twelve hours later, the picture was ready to hang above my bed.


 It is nice to dive into a project and finish it! Happy crafting! ~Megan

Sunday, November 21, 2010

A Breath of Thanks

When I was three, I desperately wanted a sister. I would kneel down night after night and tell God in great detail about the sister I wanted. I loved my Mom's blue eyes and decided that, even though I couldn't have them, my sister could. My sister was also going to have blonde hair. I wasn't as upset about my brown hair as I was about my brown eyes, but why not give my sister a different look?

A few months later, we found out that my Mom was going to have a baby. I was elated. My sister was on the way! Though, I was reminded that I might get a baby brother and that would be good too. Baby brothers are great and all, but I had asked for a baby sister. God knew.

Two weeks after my fourth birthday, my baby sister was born. She had blue eyes and blonde hair, just like I wanted. My name selections were not chosen, at the time I did not understand why Pretty Smelly Flower did not win the name race, but all was well. Middle Sister had arrived.

Two years later my Mom had another baby girl. I now had not one but TWO blonde-haired sisters. Despite the blonde hair, my new little sister wasn't exactly like Middle Sister. Youngest Sister had brown eyes, like my Dad and me. This was good. It would have been weird to be the only girl with brown in my family. Besides, I hadn't prayed for another Middle Sister. Youngest Sister was icing on the cake.

During this time of the year, catalogs come in the mail filled with the "latest and greatest." Society encourages to make a Christmas list with anything that comes in those pages. All the items are shiny and have smiling people around them. We want to be happy like those people. We begin to think that if we had a particular item, we would be happy too. But if we visit the store to look more closely something, the smiling people are no where to be seen. We are surrounded with people too busy buying to smile.

The purpose of a gift is to make the receiver, and therefore the giver, happy. But Christmas lists antagonize something very important to happiness. Contentment is lost.

In very sneaky ways, prayer can become like a Christmas list. I find myself going from one request to the next without stopping for a breath of thanks. God knew that we need to breathe, just like he knew I wanted as sister. God went above and beyond knowing. God gave- to us all a whole holiday dedicated to breathes of thanks and to me two sisters.

Breathing thanks seems like a worthwhile thing to do, so I have decided to join the Gratitude Community at A Holy Experience in the hope of doing it more. Every Monday I will post things for which I am thankful. Here goes. . .

1. Warm Beds on cool nights
2. My two little blonde-headed sisters
3. My Mom and Dad
4. Dental appointments—here and gone!
5. Sweaters and the weather that allows them
6. The clicking of bamboo knitting needles
7. Family
8. Books to explore
9. Colors
10. The quiet of sisters sound asleep
11. Puffs of breath in cold air
12. Laughter
13. A dance program where all glory goes to God
14. Music
15. Skirts that twirl
16. Things that sparkle
17. Beeping alarms quieted
18. Anticipation
19. Thanksgiving break
20. Friends-- in and out of the blogging world



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Happy Thanksgiving week! ~Megan

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

A Few Books to Read


 Fifteen to be exact. ~Megan

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Scavenger Hunt

One of my good friends turned a year older on Sunday and celebrated with a scavenger hunt. The scavenger hunt consisted of us splitting up into two teams and walking around looking for specific statues and fountains.

My friend is one of the most enthusiastic and outgoing people I know. I love how she dances to her own beat, inspiring me to do the same. The thought never occurred to me that she had some very outgoing friends herself. There were about seven sometimes singing sometimes laughing girls in each group, and we were all running around posing for pictures in front of various landmarks. You should have seen the looks we got. People would literally stop what they were doing and stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed (which would make us laugh even harder.)


We found the monkey and organ grinder,


Benjamin Franklin,


and a guy eating a hamburger (to name a few)


then went to a pizza place, where gifts were open and "Happy Birthday" exclaimed.



~Megan

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Autumn

Last week my PawPaw, who taught English Literature for 30 years and is now sharing a bit with me on Thursday afternoons, gave me the assignment to write a poem about autumn. I enjoy writing poems and immediately began thinking about what kind of autumn poem I wanted to write. Before the day was over, I knew it was going be an allegory. How I was going to write that allegory remained a mystery. Thankfully, a week remained before it needed to be finished. It could wait.

Subconsciously, I had excuses for the delay. I would wait until the house was quiet. I would wait until I had more time. I would wait until I was inspired.

Unfortunately, my perfect moment never came.


Instead, the day arrived when I had to stop procrastinating and start writing. I sat at the school table in our loft and looked out the window, trying to find what I wanted to say. I sat and searched and sat some more, thinking. Slowly, my jumble of ideas worked itself out and I had my poem. Once it was all on paper, I had a wave of satisfaction rush over me. The ideas I had were no longer cluttering my mind. I had put my feelings on paper and could re-visit them when I wished. Poetry gives me this feeling. I love that.


So, here is my poem-


Autumn

Why are you so happy autumn,
with the sun smiling all day?

Don't you realize winter is coming
and your wind is blowing away?


Why are you so happy autumn,
with the leaves iridescent gems?

Don't you see those leaves are dying
and will never be seen again?


Oh, autumn! Do not you yourself know?
Soon everything will be buried by the snow.


Oh, autumn! What are you trying to say?
The bank of memories is collecting you in pay.


Are you promising another spring to come?

Are you saying death is no fearful foe?


Or, are you simply sharing a secret;
enjoy each season as it goes.


Happy Autumn! ~Megan

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Trick or Treat

Left to right: Youngest Sister as the Tooth Fairy, Middle Sister as a ballerina, and me as Anne Frank

Happy Halloween!  ~Megan