Today is Christmas on the calendar, but if you live anywhere near the midsection of the country, you may have been snowed in and had to reschedule holiday plans.
So many thoughts I'd like to blog about today...houseguests who stay even when I think they could safely drive through the snow and make it home...how snowdrifts can make the furnace stop working and the house frigid...spending christmas with friends instead of family--the oddities of single adulthood...my new bubble bath caddy that holds my wineglass, book, and of course bath accessories...flirtation out of apparent boredom with people to whom you normally are not attracted...and very importantly, how to re-meet the neighbor up the street who has a four-wheeler with a snow plow blade and who looks extremely sexy when he rides it...
All of these random thoughts I may expand upon later, but on this day that feels nothing like Christmas usually feels, the only thought I want to emphasize is this: For unto us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
If I believed in Santa, I probably would have gotten a lump of coal in my stocking this year. I've spent more time being naughty than nice this year. But since Christmas is about Christ not Santa, I'm so thankful for His grace that still lets my name be written in the Book Of Life despite my naughtiness (of which I've repented.) I've been so distracted from the real reason for Christmas, and even with seemingly unlimited time on my hands being snowed in I haven't had a chance to slow down and thank the Lord for being born. So now with less than an hour left of this Christmas Day, I'm finally going to spend some time alone with my Saviour and wish Him a happy birthday.
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