The night before Christmas... |
Ada’s first gift opened |
We gathered in the playroom per usual this past Sunday to watch the recording of the church service.
I was not feeling it. My back hurt and I was hungry and mostly I was so over virtual everything.
New coffee cup |
Ada made me a baby Yoda ornament! |
Watching worship at home, even singing along, is not gathering with God’s people.
Jeddy got Caleb a pair of Nerf dart guns. |
So I propped my back with pillows and resignation. And then we started singing.
Ada made this awesome BB8 ornament for Jason. |
Standing, standing,
Standing on the promises of God my Savior;
Standing, standing,
I’m standing on the promises of God.
Let His praises ring, indeed. Within the confines of unasked-for seclusion, I am still standing on His promises: that He is for me; that He is ordaining every thing for my good; that He is preparing an eternal home of peace and joy for me; that He is with me, sympathizing with me, and will never leave me; that I have His ear in prayer; that I will never slip through His fingers.
A present for Ears. |
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
And so we continue quietly at home. I take creature comfort in layers of ultra-fuzzy blankets and coffee topped with foamed milk courtesy of my fancy new espresso machine and the occasional hot bath and mild, mindless rom-coms that are free to me on Amazon Prime.
Lizzy, beginning to open a big box packed with baking kits. |
I’m thankful to be safe at home with my loved ones, to continue school uninterrupted, to have food and hot drinks to fill our bellies and hope to buoy our spirits.
No chilling winds nor poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness, sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
Jason, drinking beer out of his new Clark Griswold moose mug |
The 3-D printer was assembly required. |
Russell K. Carter, “Standing on the Promises”
Henry Lyte, “Jesus I My Cross Have Taken”
Samuel Stennett, “On Jordan’s Stormy Banks I Stand”
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