CHASING LIFE

We've celebrated our most precious Christmas ever and were granted the best Christmas gift of all....my boy is here with me and the rest of our brood. In one way it seemed that we emigrated from a time dimension to another. The New Year ushered in with a cascade of joy and abound that I had never experienced before. I fully did not expect my big boy to be with me at this time. In fact, my entire preparation for this season was one of solace and heartache. I've always treasured the Christmas season, not just because of my faith, but because of a time of renewal and gratitude, and my undying belief in a Santa Claus mentality. I know he doesn't fly around from rooftop to rooftop (or does he?) clamoring at the top of his lungs..."now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, and Vixen,"....but isn't there that child in all of us that really wants to believe he truly exists??? Or is it that God comes to life in that sentiment of Santa Claus? Isn't it He that delivers our wants and propels our excitement in matters of what could be? For me, that "could be" was a manifestation of my "Dancer" and me chasing life, not running from death. I've quoted Andy Dufresne before on previous posts. One of his idioms bears repeating again...and again..."Get busy living, or get busy dying." We continue to get busy living...and for that we're blessed.