Hubby and I traveled north this past weekend to a little town where we used to live.
We wandered up and down the streets and in and out of the little stores. It’s so much more fun than malls.
I miss how Christmas used to be:
……….dashing in and out of the stores,
……….with the snowflakes falling heavily,
……….and the wind blowing.
I miss having to make frequent stops to have coffee.
I miss brushing off the snow as I walked into the stores and saying to the clerks, “Boy, it’s really coming down out there.” And, of course, they would respond, “It sure is.”
It sparked immediate connection and conversation. A rarity today, don’t you think?
There is just something about trudging in the snow and carrying snow-covered packages and freezing to death because, God forbid, you dressed “cute”, translated, not warm.
It wasn’t as frantic either.
It wasn’t about checking off the list.
It was about looking and really shopping for that gift that caught your eye. It was about the snow and the cold and the greeting people across the street as they trudged along as well.
There was so much more gaiety.
Anyway, back to the shopping. We went to this one store I’d not been in before and I found this basket of painted stones on which various saying were painted. I love stones.
I keep a stone in my bathroom that sees “Remember”. It’s based on the story in the first few chapters in Joshua. Sometimes I forget all the ways God has blessed me, so I like the visual reminder.
My Pinterest board has lots of ideas if you want to check it out.
But these rocks almost looked like a child had painted them, which made them all the sweeter in my eyes.
So if you are looking for a last-minute idea and you have some rocks lying around, try this out. I would suggest you use a fine-tipped paint marker for writing the words. A black oil-based marker will work as well.
There is something about holding a stone that immediately connects us with the earth.
God bless and have a good day.
