Here we are , ADVENT 2021 which I see as a new beginning. A time to start again to work on becoming the person God created me to be. The actual word advent means expectation, leading to a sense of hope. It is a time we are given to welcome the Lord who comes to encounter us and to verify our longing for Him. Let’s approach Christmas with an expectant hush, rather than a last-minute rush.
I find it very appropriate that just prior to Advent is Thanksgiving, that time to appreciate all the gifts in our lives; family, friends, good times, and even bad times that remind us of the real purpose of life, a chance of using our free will to work out our own salvations. We had a lovely Thanksgiving this year, first Heather prepared a wonderful meal and then we moved on to spend several days at Pebble Creek with Jason and Jeannette’s family.
About 4:30 Thanksgiving Day Taylor, Teagan, Latah, and I left for Pebble Creek while Heather made her way to Trout Lake to spend time with Arife’s family. It was pouring rain as we made our way through the Columbia River Gorge. Being Thanksgiving Day there was very little traffic and we were soon at the Lindseth’s. Dennis had already arrived. We settled in to celebrate another Thanksgiving meal on Friday. It was still raining but not the downpour we experience in the gorge. Teagan and Latah brought their roller blades and almost immediately joined Sam and Sophie roller blading to music in the garage.
Dennis left home at three in the morning pulling his camper through Portland, avoiding holiday traffic.
Since it was well after dinner and the kids were hungry from their roller blading event Jeannette put out snacks and we all indulged, relaxing in the living room. Also, we were very pleased to meet a new member of the family, Annie, the Blue Heeler. She is a sweetie.
There are now two Annies on the farm, Annie the alpaca and Annie the dog, both having arrived already named.
Friday Jeannette put on a great Thanksgiving dinner. Her parents Carolyn and Paul stopped by for a visit but did not join us for the meal as they had other commitments awaiting. It was good seeing them again.
….and so our Thanksgiving weekend ended saving best for last, “Time to worm the alpacas.” Since Jeannette’s arm is not ready for such activities Taylor embarked on a possible new career as an , “Alpaca wrestler.”
