Today is Christmas Eve. I woke up this morning with the plan to spend a quiet morning in my warm jammies, drinking hot coffee, listening to some Christian music, and talking on the phone with friends to wish them a Merry Christmas.However, my toddler thwarted those lovely plans.
I had one 10-minute conversation with a friend. In that amount of time, my rambunctious todder had spilled apple juice all over the kitchen table and floor, had colored with pink marker all over her face and hands, and had been caught red-handed with the jar of Vaseline, spreading that oily mess all over herself and the home.
She looked up startled and asked, "Am I in twubble?" You betcha!
Ah, well. So peace and tranquility won't find me today, despite the fact that it's Christmas Eve.
As I'm writing this, I"m keenly aware of the mounding pile of dirty laundry in front of the washing machine, the sink full of dirty dishes, and the smell of dirty dog in the house.
It's endless, the daily chores and house cleaning and child rearing.
I wonder if Jesus ever got tired and exasperated?
Well, this post will be short. I have a lot to do.
Thank you, Jesus, for Christmas Day. Thank you that you were born. Amen.
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