Monday, December 24, 2012
keeping it real on christmas eve
rain pounding the roof
floor in need of a vacuum
still another wal-mart run looming
wrapping left for seven presents
but i have a deeper discontent
i just feel sad
for the brokenhearted today
a pastor speak these funeral words
to a sanctuary full of the deeply bereaved
the absence of war
the presence of love
the truth is that sometimes peace scatters
with the wind
but how do we beckon her back, this peace?
paul teaches that we....
rejoice, pray, and give thanks
not so easy in the midst of heartache,
i would like to pray for you this day....how may i?
continuing to count his gifts to 1000 -
870. a nana trip to costco
871. church with my parents
872. son playing and singing o holy night
873. my husband's backache that afforded us time together
874. chatting with my girl
875. baked goods, oh the baked goods!
876. visiting friends i haven't seen in too long
linking with -
michelle for hear it monday, use it on sunday, ann for 1000 gifts, emily for tuesdays unwrapped,