For some reason Fay and I have hit it off. It's one of those freaky things where we've only know each other a few weeks but it seems like we've know each other all our lives. Fay is easy to talk to and--well--she's a typical southern lady, so she is hospitable.
I think what makes our relationship seem so familiar is the fact that we both have the same Holy Spirit living within us. Recently another woman who lives in the Houston area stated that though we had just met it seemed like she had known me forever. Again, she and I share one Spirit. I think that is really cool!
The other day the ladies at Fay's church had a "Secret Sister" Christmas party, and she invited me to go. I thought about it for, umm, maybe a half a second before I said, "SURE!" Do you know how long it has been since I got to go to a totally female party? Or ANY kind of party for that matter.
I knew that I might feel a little awkward since I didn't have a secret sister and all, but I'm used to awkward moments.
I got dressed up in a new outfit, fixed my hair, and put on my face--ready to have a good time. And I did! The party started with brunch--Southern style. No fruit trays and mini muffins for these gals. No sirree. We're talking egg casseroles, biscuits and gravy, thick cut bacon, butter and jelly, and grits. You KNOW we had to have grits!
The lady dishing up the lumpy mush asked if I liked grits. When I told her I had never eaten them she stepped back, (I thought she was going to faint) and asked me where in the world I was from? I think she truly believed that every culture on the face of the plant earth must LOVE grits, and if I'd not eaten them before then I must be extraterrestrial. (Awkward moment)
I was a good guest and let her plop some grits on my plate. I discovered one southern food I can live without. But that's okay, because after stuffing myself with all the good food, they served up Krispy Kream donuts for dessert!
After we ate it was time for the secret sisters' reveal and gift exchange. My sweet new friend, Fay, took a gift for me so I would not suffer that awkward moment. You know the one. Everyone but you has a gift to take home. I love Fay and I appreciate the gift she gave me. Really I do.
She had plenty on her mind and calendar--her mother went to be with Jesus just a day or two earlier--and she didn't even have to invite me to her party. But she did. And she bought me a gift to boot. I'm so blessed that she put so much thought into making me feel welcomed and comfortable. And it is the thought that counts...
Because the gift... Well..........
Can someone tell me what it is and what I should do with it?It's as cute as can be, but what would you call it? And what would you do with it?
An angel sitting on a...humm...a...a ball? And she is holding a ladybug in her hands and there is another lady bug by her foot. So should I put her in the flower garden that I don't have? Or should she remain in the house? I can't seem to find the perfect place in the camper. She just looks lost and out of place no matter where I place her.
Suddenly I can relate.
Thanks to a sticker on the bottom of the ball I know what it is NOT. It is NOT a toy. Okay, so I won't give it to the granddaughters for Christmas.
As I stare at this funny little angel, holding her ladybug, I realize that the real gift I received is the new friendship I have with Fay. And I know exactly what to do with it. I'll cherish it for the time because I never know, from one day to the next, when I'll be packing up and moving to a new temporary home.
Fay and I plan to go to another Christmas party Friday night. I'll tell you all about it later. I can't wait to see what gift awaits me!
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Maybe it is like a paperweight, or just a figurine. Don't know if the ball she is sitting on is important, or just something to sit on.
The thing is almost a foot tall and about 8 inches in diameter. Kind of big or a figurine or a paperweight I think. It's big enough to be...an object! ;)
LOL! I think you need to start a garden. It looks and sounds just like a garden ornament and that's likely the only place it won't look out of place. :) Maybe you could put it on your front porch. Create a front porch to put it on to welcome your guests. That's it! LOL. Enjoy the new friendship as it is a Rich Gift.
Oh, I just wanted to let you know that you whined beautifully on my blog. :D
It is more than likely one of those 'pass it on' gifts. Someone more than likely gave it to her, and she didn't know what to do with it, so, she passed it on to you. Now you will have to keep it until you need a gift-in-a-hurry, then you can pass it on to someone else. :)
The party sounded wonderful!
I agree with 'Losing Myself', I think you should enjoy it until maybe Spring time, hold a little giveaway on your blog and some of the ladies with gardens would likely join in :) Either way, angels are cute, and it's always nice to get a new friend, gift or no gift ;)
Sounds like a lot of fun to me. I have never had grits either, but I do understand that they do not have much flavor. I love the little angel that you got. I am like the others it looks like something you would put in a garden. But I am much better with gardens of friends than I am with flower or vegetable gardens.
how funny! the first thing i thought of when i saw it was my mom's garden... she loves flowers and angels and cute things, and she would probably put something like that in her garden. it probably also struck me because a couple of years ago, she had wanted to have one of those shiny balls on a stand that people have in their yards. anyway, she didn't have the money for such extra unnecessary things, so she got creative and painted her old bowling ball with metallic spray paint, and put it on a stand in her yard. it looks just like the real thing, and each year she repaints it a different color. she loves it. anyway, the ball under the angel made me think of that!
congrats on your new friend... cross-generational friends are a wonderful addition to our lives!
So now I'm wondering... "What did you do with this gift?" :)
I continued to carry it around from place to place and sit it with my potted plants. Then, while at home in the windy Texas Panhandle one day, the wind blew it across creation and broke its little wing. Now it is where all good garden ornaments go.
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