This is Theo's first year in Sunday School. Last Sunday was the Christmas Program. When the preschoolers lined-up across the stage Theo and a few others ended up making a second row behind the first. I couldn't see if he was saying his piece; when I asked him whether he said it, the quick answer was, "Of course I did." Oh. Well. Pardon me!
Yesterday was his birthday. He's 5. A whole hand-full now. YIKERS!!!
The birthday boy's sister liked what I had done with his photo & requested a fun one of her, too. Here it is, Suvi-girl! (who has been under the weather the last few days. today too, but she is perking up and playing this morning.)
I have been having a bit of a personal struggle lately. My intellect and my heart wanting to part ways. Something dark wanting to get ahold of my hand to lead me astray. I had been feeling so cold. I've never experienced this kind of doubt, and I was troubled about it. MOE's wife took one look at me in the salon last week and knew I was in rough shape. She mentioned it to MOE and the next day I told MOE I needed a dose of Paulette. Thursday night we had a meeting; she asked the question I knew she would, a question to which my tongue freezes out any sort of answer. "What do you want?" The fear and the hesitation of answering that question are a mystery to me. What DO I want? What do I WANT? What do *I* want? WHAT do I want? Ah, who knows. I think the meeting just started chipping away the ice from my heart. And during the Christmas Program, it melted. Hearing the sweet message and the Christmas story told by such earnest and unburdened children...it is true. Our prayers are heard. Our prayers our answered. The flock is tended, even this wiley, woolly sheep that wanders is sought and fed and warmed by the Shepherd and His Fold. Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
Wishing you peace and joy as you prepare to celebrate the birth of Christ Jesus, carried with grace and hope in the fulfilment of a most perfect promise. Happy Christmas!