We made it home for Christmas! We made merry with my mommy darling, brother, family and family friends for three days. Highlights included: watching David interact with my extended family. He is charming and delightful, they are charming and delightful, and fun was had by all. I also loved watching my 2 year old cousin play. He is full of joy and giggles. It was fun. We also hung out with David's sister and her family.
Travel back included a 10-hour late train, 8 hours being stuck in a mountain pass waiting for a broken freight train to be hauled out of a tunnel (no cell service), and some crabbiness on the down side. Silver linings included: wintry mountain scenes without worrying about driving, plenty of time to read a new book, and arriving home on time for David to play a gig with his band.
Merry Christmas, everyone. I was struck many times this year with minor bursts of understanding our celebration - our King chose our weak flesh, chose humble beginnings and a painful end to bring us salvation, peace, joy.
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From heaven's all-gracious King."
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel-sounds
The blessed angels sing.
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The tidings which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing!
O ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!
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Where are you? I miss you!
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