the christmas post

I don't really want to make a long "what's been happening since I finished my fall semester and have been home being a couch potato" post. So, this is a

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESUS!

post. Well-said, jennifer. My family and I are ringing in Christmas in Bernice, Louisiana. The nursing home across the street from my grandma's house is shooting off fireworks as I type this. We are watching the 24-hour Christmas Story marathon. And it is only 9:15pm. Whooo-wah. I heart the holidays.

In other short, abbreviated news: Why do I not feel ready for Christmas? Why on earth would I want to delay this celebration? This feeling comes over me every Christmas. I feel like I want to postpone the celebrations, like I want to get "more in the mood." Shouldn't I be living each day "in the mood" for the return of the Savior? Get in the mood. It is all we should be living for. The Comforter HAS come. We celebrate because we're so thankful God stretched on skin, and because we're so darn excited for his return.

sugarplums

I'm pretty sure I didn't sleep a wink that night, waiting in great anticipation....for new stone-washed-splatter-paint jeans.

Merry Christmas, all. May these merry faces remind you of the source of all giddy smiles, and may you anticipate that great Return of the one that came by way of virgin womb and spent his first night in an oxen's stall.

double take

I walked through a Mad-Lib scene tonight. I shall share:

As I was walking through Barnes & Noble, where I stopped in to by a White Chocolate Mocha to tide me over during the time I arrived in Fayetteville and the time I actually needed to be in Fayetteville to watch my cousin sing in her first Madrigal Feast, I saw my French professor from my freshman year of college, who is originally from Algeria, picking his nose in the Philosophy section; the section where I found my newest tool for procrastination, a book entitled On Bullshit, by Harry G. Frankfurt (a name almost as ironic as the title of his book).

In other untimely and unsettling news, this week I found out that my 3.5(ish) year boyfriend-of-past is engaged to one of my best friends from my past life in California.

Praise God anyhow, and just for that exactly.

Father in heaven, thank you for refusing to be understood only through grand events like powdered-sugar-snow in the early hours of the morning. And, thank you for coming to a stinky stable to stretch on skin and save the world.