Finally did some Christmas shopping yesterday. Amy (Vann's daughter) helped me. We shopped while Vann was at his therapy appointment. I was limping by the time we were done, but I'm glad I got that much done. I wish I could think of something constructive to do with the pain. You know, something useful or interesting. Then maybe I wouldn't mind it so much. I remember when I was a kid, Sister Joseph Frances would says you have to "offer it up" when anyone was in pain or having a problem of any kind. I think she meant to offer it to God as a sacrifice. That sounds very romantic, doesn't it? I just can't understand how that would be a fitting gift for God. "Here, Father, is a little something for you from me: a great big whopping gift bag full of pain. Hope you like it." Somehow, that just doesn't seem right. I was raised a Catholic; I'm a Methodist now. Next year, I vow to start earlier and shop via the internet. Yeah, sure.
Finally mailed my Christmas cards. And bought the ham. Looks like this Christmas is going to happen after all.
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On 12/20/2006, Susan said ...
Looking at it that way, it does seem . . . not quite right. But I think it's supposed to be you *keep* the pain, and endure it willingly, giving it as a sacrifice on your part, and a sign to God that you are in submission to his will? I don't know for sure, that's just my guess. If you figure out something else to do with it, let me know. I have a few pains I'll throw in. =) My DH always says, "Any day above ground . . . ."
Well, that makes more sense, --Susan
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