I just got back home from breakfast and shopping with my Dad. I think we have done this for nearly 30 years, and it always is special. We go to breakfast and then decide what gifts Mom would like. I usually suggest some things, and then Dad agrees or disagrees. He is pretty agreeable, so Mom almost always likes what I get her (er, what Dad gets her!) It was nice, and since my Dad is getting older, just another way for us to stay connected. I love my parents, and I am so blessed that God chose them for me. I don't always agree with them, and sometimes they get on my nerves (and vice versa -- you know, family), but I would say that 9 times out of 10, I feel blessed to have been given such great parents. God has truly given a great gift to me, and I am amazed at the tender mercies that are mine each and every day.
I am fading fast today...made it through shopping, and power walking (with Dad on his scooter), and now think I am ready for a nap. Still coughing and with laryngitis, I feel sick. God is good to me, and I know that I will make it through my evening shift at Macy's tonight.
Jesus is the reason for the season, and despite all the Christmas wishes and good cheer -- He is the only reason to celebrate. I turn my eyes toward Jesus, and there they firmly rest. It is in no one else, in no other name, and in no other person that I will ever find safety, security, peace, and hope. Jesus, Come Lord Jesus -- rescue us and bring your sweet peace to us this day. Amen.