They have been exhausting. I was begging for this weekend. Thankfully, I do get four days off, then I work for two days, then I have four more days off. So it's like a mini-vacation. And I do get three weeks off next year, too. So I feel like I'm climbing the ladder a little. But it's only going to get harder. Seeing as how it's my office manager that's getting married on Friday. I know i'm going to get stuck doing numerous things that I don't know how to do. I'll have to spend extra time in the office, doing reports and things. Not that I mind. But it will involve a lot of time. I pray for stamina.
The biggest news from last week is that I dyed my hair bleach blonde. I've wanted to do something crazy with it. I finally got up the nerve. It was quite yellow last week at this time. Now it's settling in more red-orange. Not bad. I've only gotten one negative comment, from a patient whose sanity I question to begin with. I like it. I think I'm going to keep it this way. I'm looking to post a new picture when I get a chance.
Carissa and Rachel are definitely heading into music. Both have solos tomorrow night at church. Rachel, age 5, did a knock-out "Away in a Manger" and earned herself a spot in the Christmas Eve service. I'm doing a reading as well.
I'm also finishing a first draft of a Christmas play, possibly to be done (in one form or another) next year. It's similar to other plays I've done - a lonely diner becomes a refuge for an odd cast of characters who are stranded during a snow storm. They learn about themselves and God on a strange Christmas Eve. It's funny and touching, with some wierd people. Like the odd ball who wrote it.
Well, I want to write a longer piece on my Christmas reflections. Christmas has always been an odd time for me. I never really seem to "get it". So many I read are captivated by the Christ Child this time of year - the manger, the star, the wise men, etc. - and I am grateful for that first Christmas morning. But I don't think I've ever had that sense of wonder. Maybe it's my lack of religious upbringing as a child. Christmas always just a gift-getting time. Or now that i'm in the church, I've always been up to my nose hairs in cantatas, plays, Christmas Eve services and the like to really ever focus on the manger and all the like. I'm always just filled with such a sense of...exhaustion. Tomorrow is a rare day - Christmas Eve on a Sunday. We basically will spend all day in church. It doesn't have to be a chore. Going to church never is for us anyway. But tomorrow could be a golden opportunity to shut the world out and just worship. Focus on all that Jesus is and what He came to give us. Now that all the running around is done, we can get down to business. If there's any energy left within us.
Merry Christmas. May He find you ready this year for the radical invasion to overtake you, the way I hope it overtakes me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment