…It’s Christmas morning, and my house smells like turkey and…more turkey.
If wrapping paper had a smell, it would smell like that too.
Last night I sat by a fire made of cedar wood. It was wood from the sixteen foot cross that had been on the platform for the Barbaric Grace series. It seemed poetic somehow that I would be able to enjoy a beautiful and fragrant fire from the wood that made that cross…
Now I’m just cooking and cleaning…and cooking and cleaning, etc…
I realized this morning that I forgot to get the cranberries for cranberry sauce…oh well, it had to be something.
So…
Merry Christmas! I feel some peace settling in for now and in the new year…
Peace to you all - and God bless us (every one).
Peace.
This Christmas was sort of strange for me. My Mom is out of state visiting, we’re in a different home and it feels like 13 o’clock.
Construction continues, my mother in laws Parkinsons progresses and I don’t have enough time in the day for what needs to be done.
And I realized after we sat down to eat (only 8 of us) I forgot to make gravy….
I just relay on Him. He hold me in his “..rightous right hand..”
Love to All