Monday, December 17, 2007
Christmas
I was obsessively checking my e-mail the other day. Trying to have some connection (or pseudo-connection) to the outside world. I have felt primarily overwhelmed with Christmas. Shopping for people I don't really know well, not having enough money to buy what I really want for the people I do. Also the memories of Christmas' past, as good and textbook as they are, hurt. A lot. It's a bittersweet time for me. So I'm reading nothing on a computer screen and my daughter comes and sits beside me. I glance over at her and she is holding a little Bible in her hand. This surprises me. She smiles and asks, "Can you read to me about Christmas, mama?" This also surprises me. So I stop. I stop the outside world from coming in. I stop thinking about the past. I stop. I open it to Luke and read about the Savior coming to save the world. Born in a manger. Scared shepherds and tens of thousands of angels singing. Peace on earth. My daughter doesn't make it through the whole story but that didn't bother me. I made it through the story and it brought me back to what really matters.
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Hi Amy. I spent some time reading your blogs this morning. That's something I rarely do, because I guess I just prefer sitting down across the table from someone and hearing about their life in person. I want you to know that I was blessed by your words. You really should write a book or something. Seriously. You have a gift with words, which really shows through in your writing. It's probably the closest I've ever felt to actually having a heart to heart conversation with someone when I couldn't actually touch them. I won't promise to visit regularly, but now I know that when I do, I'll be in for a treat. Thanks for this window into your world. Love, Lianne.
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