Christmas Eve
During the month of December:
-we were iced in for four days;
-we spent several days (not in a row) looking for missing keys, and on all of those days our entire day's schedule was significantly altered because we could not find the keys;
-all three kids came down with the flu, over the span of two weeks;
-I may or may not have been sick (I'm a hypochondriac, my kids were sick, how I felt may have been entirely psychological);
-I missed every Sunday at church until the fourth one (in other words, I feel as though I missed Advent);
-due to all sorts of feeling out of kilter, I did almost no Christmas shopping until the weekend before Christmas.
December wreaked a great deal of havoc on me, both physically and spiritually, so much so that (maybe thankfully?) I don't remember much of what happened with great clarity before Christmas Eve. But Christmas Eve? Christmas Eve was something truly special. We attended two services, since Christian's choir sang in one and Michaela's in another. They were at 4pm and 6pm, so in between them I drove to grab a bite to eat for the little kids before Chick-Fil-A closed up for Christmas.
Here is my only picture, of Michaela's choir just before they left the chancel. The youth did a beautiful job leading worship, and I was blown away by how many of them there were. This is the 7th-12th grade choir, along with a few college students who were home for the holiday. Listening to them was like listening to angels singing.
After the beauty of the worship services, a perfecly juxtaposed hilarious time picking up my parents and my brother followed.
And that is a tale for tomorrow.
Reader Comments (3)
Oh. My. Goodness. Your church is GORGEOUS!!!
Sorry your December was so rough. :(
If you have pictures of Christmas, we'd love to see them!
cool -Christian