Three Sundays

Peace


i'm sipping my coffee, sitting here in the dimly lit computer room - wee hours of Sunday morning . . . reflecting on our 2004 Christmas . . .

this year it felt like we had three back to back Sundays . . .

we went to the big meal at my aunt's on Friday (which felt like Sunday) . . . there was a family gathering of 20 or so mismatched relatives, it was a sweet time because of the presence of children (a special favourite of all - a chatty, 20 month old toddler - she was fun) . . . Saturday (which felt like Sunday), we made and received tons of phone calls, and just vegged at home (eating, eating, eating) . . . by this time Leo was pretty sore and mostly lieing down (the sitting and visiting of Friday night played him out) . . . and today (hey this really is Sunday!) - well it feels like the quieter of the Sundays . . .

on the first 2 Sundays, we did read our bible and talked about the Lord's birth . . . but somehow, in even our low key merriment - Jesus seemed to be pushed out and made to feel like the "surprise guest" at His own birthday celebration . . . i don't know why that is . . . we didn't plan it that way.

maybe the world and it's holiday expectations do creep in, whether we want them to or not . . .

thank goodness this is the week of 3 Sundays - we have this opportunity to regain what we may have lost . . . a chance to say "Thank you Lord . . . thank you Jesus . . . thank you". . .

"unto us is born . . . a Saviour . . . "

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well i began the day blogging and i'm ending it blogging . . . which is nice . . .

i felt somewhat restless today - i think it must be a time for decompressing after all the flurry of the Season . . .

i also felt SO BAD for all those folks in Asia that are dealing with the tidal waves after that 9.0 earthquake . . . yikes . . . and the tourists too . . . man alive . . . we were watching it on the BBC news channel, they had pretty good coverage . . . and then Reggie White died today - he was only 43 . . . lots of different happenings . . . our world seems so small, and we seem so connected to one other . . . major events and the death of celebrities that i have never even met - seem to hit home . . .

well enough musing . . . off to crawl into my flannel PJ's and snooze between flannel sheets . . . with the fire still burning in the woodstove . . . that should give me comfort . . . and knowing that the Lord is aware of ALL these things and then some . . .

nite nite . . . oh, it's a balmy -22C . . . :o)