Sleep in heavenly peace…
The family is here. Safe and sound, if not 100% healthy. (My sister-in-law, AvonLady, apparently has the ‘flu!) The cousins have rough-housed and made noise (”I need quiet time, Mommy,” Builder informed me) and now they are back down the street in the rental house owned by The Dynamo. It is quiet, here.
At last, I am smiling. For real. :) I’m exhausted after a very truncated night’s sleep, but I am listening to the Miser Brother’s Christmas on the television, listening to Builder play with his new laptop computer (a toy one from Target that he’s wanted for months) and smelling the cookies The Dynamo brought down for all of us to enjoy over the holiday.
I am not in general a big proponent of the King James Bible, I confess. But to my lyrical ear, some verses just sound better in Elizabethan English than in my own, 21st Century version. I am reminded of the verse in the book of Isaiah the Prophet, chapter nine, verse six:
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And he is the prince…the great flower and heir and promise…of PEACE.
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Tonight, after the ups and downs of the last few days, I am reminded of all these things, and I give thanks. My Christmas, after all, is indeed a merry one.
I hope that you and your family, wherever you are, may enjoy peace of spirit if not of circumstances.
Merry Christmas. 