|Aunt Carol on the left, my mother on the right|
My husband and I braved the frosty weather (and by frosty I mean unbelievably freezing cold) and made the trip back to South Dakota. And while it was lovely to see so many relatives, it was hard to say goodbye, and also difficult to realize we are now one step closer to being the senior generation. We have very big shoes to fill. We both realize how lucky we have been to have parents, aunts and uncles who cared--who were there for us--and lived their lives in such a way as to serve as remarkable role models for all of us who follow.
I purchased my first "smart phone" just before the new year, so I experimented with my phone's camera on our trip. The travel from the church to the country cemetery offered some really stark South Dakota scenery, fitting, I suppose, for the sorrow of the day.
As we drove by snow covered fields the lyrics to Christina Rossetti's poem drifted through my mind:
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.