So I went to the Doctor with my Dad and well. . . that probably explains my not blogging. I have been reflecting on my weaknesses ever since.

This poor famous tree represents my attempt to be patient, loving and kind in the face of the obstacles presented by my father and his way of dealing with life. I felt miserable, I didn't want to be there and I couldn't wait to get on the road toward home. I have felt miserable ever since because I wasn't strong enough to put on a happy face and disciplined enough to extend much grace. I was contemptible and probably showed it.

May the Christ of Christmas live in me to the point that even in the midst of the familiar I will still be a reflection of Him. Tomorrow we will talk about the sounds of Christmas at church. Let the meditations of my heart and the words of my mouth be acceptable in Your sight, Oh Lord.