“In the Bleak Mid-Winter”

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Dear Reader:

At first glance the bare-limbed Bradford Pear, in my front yard, might appear “bleak” but if you take a moment longer to study it, you will find a bright surprise…there is one red leaf still left on the tree…the color of hope in the winter… like the cardinal.

And that is the thing about life…when it appears to be at its bleakest or we feel that way…only then do we realize that we have created beauty from the bleakness elsewhere. Two examples:

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Honey sent me this photo…at first it looks like a view of the mountains in a rather bleak wintry setting, but upon closer inspection Honey said one can see snow on the top of the mountains right across from them….beautiful, calm, and peaceful.

 

I brought in “Big Red” Monday night, as well as the other poinsettias, so the porch looked empty and bleak with only my one dried hydrangea and plaque to decorate the wall. Everything else was empty. But then I realized that “Boo’s Blessing” had simply moved indoors.

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Colder and darker wintry days lead to warm rooms by hot, mellowing fireplaces in the evening.

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We have talked quite a bit lately about finding more time for silence and listening. Today, in this short blog post, I would like everyone to do just that….In this beautiful, beautiful song, “In the Bleak Midwinter” listen to the words, especially the last stanza…

“What can I give him, poor as I am

If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb

If I were a wise one, I would do my part

Yes, what I can I give him, give him my heart.”

This three minute video of the Gloucester Cathedral  Choir sent chills down by back…especially the group solo by the youth at the end while singing the last stanza.

Gloucester Cathedral Choir – In the Bleak Midwinter – YouTube

So until tomorrow…Let that bright red leaf, still left on the Bradford Pear, symbolize our  red heart within us…our gift to give back to Christ…our heart.

“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh

1477841_10208740664939714_5685275873011694381_nLook what Anne painted earlier in the week on her 30 day art challenge….such joy for us to see …I can only imagine the joy in creating it.

  • If the outside is bleak…turn inward this winter for the repeat of sounding joy.
  • Yesterday was a busy day not a bleak one….picked up Eva Cate for an over-night visit since Mandy had her return doctor’s appointment….
  • We made a girl’s day of it….Took her to Tuesdies Salon and the marvelous Rianne washed, dried, and turned her hair into Anna from Frozen.…one happy little girl left…we got  a new winter light-weight jacket marked really down along with a “steal” outfit….came home modeled, drew, and lit the logs in the fireplace with hot cocoa and marshmellows….a great way to mellow down.
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Please keep the Clarkson family in your prayers…Libby updated me yesterday afternoon after Trey left to go into surgery….Osteomyelitis…deep bone infection-affecting the hip and upper leg on the left side with infection in surrounding tissue. As Libby says: “Pray hard PLEASE!” *Libby with all the grandchildren…Trey is in the green sweater.

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About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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3 Responses to “In the Bleak Mid-Winter”

  1. Sis Kinney says:

    Good Epiphany morning, Becky!
    Enjoyed the blog again! Bleak mid-winter is only half of it! It’s bitterly cold up here in Fuquay, so I’m quite sure it’s as cold, if not colder in the mountains, as well as down in the ‘ville!! A good day to hunker down, stay indoors, and begin the take-down of Christmas! It’s on days like this that a fireplace would be nice.
    I will most certainly add Trey to my prayers. Bobby’s dad grew up with osteomyelitis; it prevented his serving during WWII and he was hospitalized many times b/c of it. The treatments today must be far advanced from so long ago and I am sure all of our prayers combined will help, too!
    Have a wonderful Wednesday and stay warm!!
    Much love,
    Sis

  2. Becky Dingle says:

    I had never heard of it before….we are all anxious to see what type of antibiotic treatments will be involved….just want Trey back to normal again….a little boy who can get out there and play.

  3. Jo Dufford says:

    Eva Kate is a great little model. I understand the sales are very good at this time of year, and shopping can pick up a bleak day and make it full of excitement. I’m not much of a shopper, but my sister was a pro. Kelly has some of the same genes, and she brings joy and brightness to everyone just watching her show off “the great buy!” Hope 2016 will bring joy and brightness to you. I have already begun praying for Trey.

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