Tomorrow will undoubtedly be a full day . . in more ways than one. For all the preparation, we often still find ourselves caught off guard.
In all her beauty. And her mess.
Somehow we imagine she wasn't invited to this feast. Or at least got the memo to dress her best and behave.
Highly recommended, should be required, reading in preparation for tomorrow. And life.
This is something I wrote a couple years ago (tweaked here for the occasion):
The holidays are an interesting mix of anticipation and disappointment.
Joy and sorrow.
Laughter and stress.
This beautiful tender ache.
Our souls hurt and flourish in the being of this place and all its mortals. Friends, sisters, mothers, brothers, fathers, and all of these.
The sin-sick abides with the God image. One moment brilliant with reflection. The next blackened by the deceiver.
War all around. Yet so many blind. Ignorant.
I will laugh. I will cry. I will war.
I will love.
I will give thanks.
407. Wow . . 407!
408. morning sky
409. new sweater
410. driving over the mountain
411. beautiful valley in my rearview
412. good news from a friend
413. God's love and faithfulness through a son
414. great dentist
415. shopping for Chase
416. playing "Thank You" ping-pong with Sam
417. husband who can fix cars
418. good neighbors
419. big sister
420. and cupcake fun
421. simple joys
423. Josh's homecoming
424. call from Daniel
425. generous family who are hosting him for Thanksgiving
427. and THIS
428. plenty to eat
429. moon shine
433. holiday season
434. enough to share
435. courageous men and women defending our country . . thank you
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