The wood stove is glowing. Papa is making dinner; he won't tell me what it is. I trust that the Ukrainian in him will not try to feed me headcheese. Please pray for me in this regard.
We went into town today.
The sewing machine needed a tune up. At 50 years old, it is entitled, I suppose.
We got to see Elyse, which was a highlight. She'll be coming home from Grandma and Grandpa's on New Year's Eve.
We bought some fixings for an Epiphany Season door wreath.
It's still awfully quiet around here. Two middle aged people with no kid and no dog pack. We're not entirely sure what to do with ourselves. There was a beautiful sunset tonight. The mountains are good for that.
It is fifth night. Tomorrow will be the sixth day of Christmas...halfway through the season.
The three kings are on their way; they've almost found him. They will arrive on Epiphany, when we celebrate the revelation to the world that God has manifested himself to us in the person of Christ Jesus.
For now, we are still in the midst of the Christmas season. We revel in his birth; in his coming into our hearts; in his coming again.
He is born! He is with us...and we are at peace.
Therefore, the Lord himself will give you a sign: The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son and will call him Immanuel.... (God with Us). ~Isaiah 7:14 (Parenthetical remark mine.)
Update: Dinner is the most beautiful beef stew ever.
Twenty-two years of marriage, and I've still managed to successfully evade the dreaded headcheese.
Christmas Joy Dear Friends,
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