Things have been a little crazy over here. My husband is preparing to have surgery the Monday before Christmas, with a three-week recovery period. It is an operation that will ultimately lead him to better health. But it will be a painful recovery, and (we’re anticipating) hard on the whole family.
I’ve sat down a few times the past couple weeks to write, and each time have just been overwhelmed at how much (and how little) I want to say. Life is packed right now. The Christmas shopping is finished, but the holiday bustle hasn’t even started yet.
The days take on new purpose as I try to prepare and prep for everything. The kids’ waking hours I try to focus just on them. They don’t really give me any other choice, but I wouldn’t have it another way. But all the small details, the plans unmade, the outcomes unknown, come creeping into my mind while I’m playing dolls and reading stories, changing diapers and making lunch. It has left me unsettled and constantly weary.
I have started to read the Bible first thing in the morning. Even when the kids are both up (and they usually are). Even if I am partially distracted by them. It has become such a need that I can not do without it. It does much good for my soul.
I am trying to slow down during the day, enjoy the little moments, take a quiet breath in a minute (yes, sometimes it’s only a minute) of solitude. So, here are some joyous moments from the past couple weeks. These are also doing much good for my soul.
“The angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.’ Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.'” Luke 2:10-14