Food. It nourishes and sustains our bodies. It keeps us healthy and makes our children grow strong. And this time of year, as we gather around a table with family and friends, partaking of treasured family recipes prepared with loving hands, it indeed nourishes us even more deeply.
The Advent season enables us to get a proper start on finding the full meaning of Christmas. Nothing worth doing happens without preparation. A truly memorable celebration of Christmas demands some getting ready. We have to start soon enough.
As we enter the holiday season, already-stressed adults will heap lots more stress on themselves by trying to do too much, spending too much, partying too much and eating too much. It’s not that anyone wants to be more stressed. We just get sucked up into the holiday vortex.
During this season of Thanksgiving, as we prepare special meals and spend priceless time with our family and begin our Holiday shopping, it is important for us to reflect on God's goodness towards us.
Most ATV users, whether riding for work or pleasure, have little or no formal riding training and tend to think of ATVs as toys. On the contrary, ATV’s are “rider active” vehicles, which means riders must master the basic riding skills in order to ride them safely. When given the proper respect, ATVs can be a valuable work tool and provide considerable entertainment. Misuse however could lead to serious injury or death.
As many as 40 million of us will travel on or before Thanksgiving Day in order to be with our family and friends. We will sit together, no matter if we get along or not. We will laugh or cry and eat till we pop. Many of us will bow our heads in thanks for the blessings of loved ones, health, job, freedom and life itself. Indeed, thanksgiving is uniquely our American phenomenon.
Most of us want our horses to stay with us for as long as possible. Making sure they receive good dental care is one piece of the puzzle in keeping them happy and healthy into old age and longer.
My son is now a young man, living on his own in Asheville. When he was a little boy he made the same request every night when I put him to bed, “Dad, tell me a story.”
Imagine the following scenario. Grandma and Grandpa own a 100-acre farm. In addition to productive fields, pastures, or forestland, there’s the homestead, old oak tree and countless memories of picking sweet corn and playing in the crick. But let’s suppose that, when Grandma and Grandpa pass, the land gets divided into pieces among three children who have moved to far off cities.
As we honor our Veterans this weekend, I am reminded of something my husband, a retired master gunnery sergeant, once told me about peace.