Knitting Peace Out of Spider’s Silk

For the first time in what seems like a very long time, my house is relatively clean.  If you don’t count the pine needles lying in a ring around the bottom of the Christmas tree.  Or the spider webs…I can only assume there was an egg sack in the tree when we brought it home, which hatched (to my horror), which led to multiple strands of silk (not the pretty kind) being cast from the top of that tree to every window and corner in sight.  It almost looked like the angel atop the tree was shimmering — bathed in the glorious light of God.  But not really.  Mostly, it looked like a lot of spider webs.  No matter how often I sweep away those threads, they just keep coming back.

Anyway, I finally — after six months — had a chance to do some serious cleaning.   And now I sit here surrounded by the glow of the Christmas tree and it’s webs.

Ella woke me at 5:59 am this morning, feverish and vomiting and pathetic.  So I made coffee and we watched movies and snuggled and she sipped ginger ale.  And when she slept, I finished up the cleaning.

On Friday, we set a plan in motion that had been in the works since June.  This new year to come will bring changes…good changes…but I think some challenges too.  I feel like I’ve been waiting my entire life for this.  I haven’t felt this at peace in some time.  Even in the midst of vomit, and pine needles and spiders’ silk…strange maybe, but not really, for home is where the heart is.

Henry and David have basketball all day tomorrow.  I think I will put a potpourri of rosemary, vanilla and lemon on the stove to simmer for the day, bake some banana bread, and nurse little Ella back to her normal, dramatic self.  The groceries will wait until Monday, I guess.

Now the sounds of Will practicing his baritone float down the hall and dance in my ears.  And out of the corner of my eye, as I write, I can see Henry waddling down the hall like a bow-legged penguin in nothing but his underwear trying to make his big sister laugh.  I’m not sure he got much of a reaction from her, but he made me smile.

Maybe it’s the magic of Christmas, this Christmas tree and its beautiful light shining upon me, the smell of cinnamon, clove and orange, the flicker of candles or the sparkle of glitter on every surface in this house…

…or maybe its more than that.  Maybe it’s the hope and the promise He gave — a baby boy, born in a stable on a cold winter’s night in Bethlehem all those years ago…

I’m not entirely sure what has knit the peace in my heart tonight, but I know for certain one thing…

…our life is pretty wonderful right now.

Knitting Peace Out of Spider’s Silk

3 thoughts on “Knitting Peace Out of Spider’s Silk

  1. I am so glad you are feeling at peace and that you were able to come to a decision that sounds like a good thing! Prayers that the vomit stops at Ella and the spiders move on!

  2. Toni :0) says:

    Okay that’s reason for me to never get a real tree-I much prefer fake and have for years-yikes!! Best wishes for your life changes to come in the new year. I’ve been thinking about you and wondering how that will all play out for you. Keeping you in my prayers gal. Here’s to a happy 2014, I know I’m hoping and praying for a better year.

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