This is my last post before closing the blog. My security expert doesn't want me posting about dates, etc. If you want to follow us on our journey, I'll be happy to add you to the private list--I just need your email.
The temptation toward avian tendencies at this point in the game is
sometimes overwhelming.* I alternate between trying to complete single thing that has ever been on my mental list and wishing we had left yesterday. It's been a little strange to have all this happen around Christmas, but it's really helped to have all these lovely songs to listen to.
I'm firmly ensconced in the "no Christmas music till after Thanksgiving" camp, and I love how the songs are so tied to all my Christmas memories. I've been listening to Michael W. Smith's "Christmas" for a long time now. As we face another huge change in our life, it's comforting to remember that God has brought me through a lot of Christmases, and it's not like that's going to change.
But I also appreciate the reminder of how, long ago, there was another baby boy who was longed for, who was awaited by his mother, and that his arrival heralded the greatest upheaval the world has ever known. My favorite songs also remind me of why he came--to fulfill the promise, to change the world, and to free us forever.
*Sticking my head in the sand like an ostrich or running around like a chicken with her head cut off.