Yesterday we gave thanks via celebration for this
thoughtful,
quiet,
faith-filled,
kind-hearted,
sensitive,
good-to-the-core,
and loving girl.
It was the perfect day for birthday tea.
I made chocolate cake with mint icing,
dusted with crushed peppermints.
The girls got in their finest and ate this while
drinking hot chocolate with cream.
Last night, she and I headed to dinner
and then to a Christmas Carol Service.
It is one of my favorite traditions in December.
I was thinking this morning about how we call the week leading up to Easter "Holy Week."
At our house, it is a week of readings and focus, listening to a Bach passion, anticipating Easter morning.
I feel that this last week before Christmas
also needs the title of "Holy Week."
It is easy to let December become a frenzy.
I want less commitments, less of a schedule.
Last night provided just such an occasion,
even tho we were away from home.
Being in a cathedral, walls covered in gorgeous murals,
the church all a hush and washed in low light.
Even though they sung some familiar favorites,
The translation reads:
Light,
warm and heavy as pure gold,
and angels sing softly to the new-born babe.
The other day I was listening to an old talk by Elder Maxwell
and got this great reminder:
"Each of us is an innkeeper who decides if there is room for Jesus!"
Amid the gatherings and the food (the chocolate!),
lights and presents and preparations,
I crave quiet---precious hours
to reflect and process, my own moments to worship and praise and adore.
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