Distractions

Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. Mary sat at his feet.
This is the season to be distracted. It is also the season to sit at his feet.
My visit with Mom is running out. Most of the preparations are finished. We have done the bank stuff, decorated for Christmas, been to various health appointments.
Yesterday we did what we wanted. We took flowers to the garden at St Michael's, where my sister and brother in law's ashes are buried. With Mhairi, we ate leftovers from all the meals out. We went to a movie, and finished with a meal in a quiet Italian restaurant. No left overs. And then came home and played rummy. Once again, Mom nearly won.
Mentally, emotionally, physically, we sat together. We laughed together. We didn't just reminisce; we created new memories, precious memories.
Now a weekend with Mhairi, before I return here to gather my things and turn my face to the snow! (Hmmm...)
Days of preparation, balanced with days of sitting, with those we love, with Jesus. For the season to be complete, we need both.