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Who would've thunk?

I'm on the way to Tampa with the fam, and blogging. Crazy phone technology. Certainly will be a short blog.

Been home for a week. A lot less running around than last time, and it's been good. It's always nice to come home.

How's your holiday?

The Whole Earth?

An excerpt from my morning's journal.

"The whole earth is full of His glory."

I've read Isaiah 6 many times. Today, these words jumped out.

The whole earth? Really? What does that mean? Created things? What about broken things? I don't feel like the earth is full of God's glory.

But, the angels seem to think so. I guess they have a different perspective. They say this even as Isaiah is being commissioned to rebuke his people, Israel. Even when God's own people have turned away, when he is at the end of his rope with them, when no one is listening and everything is broken, "the whole earth is full of His glory."

That's an encouraging thought. But, what do I do with it?

- Live in the earth as you would live in His presence.

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How's the Advent season treating you? Or is it not?

What's everyone experiencing this holiday season? Thoughts, feelings, concerns? I'd love to hear!

Confession - Christmas Cookies

I thought she had done a good job.

When I was eight years old, I ran down the stairs in my red pajamas with my sister, Veronica. I'm sure my oldest sister Monika was there, too, but my memory places her as the last to get up for Christmas in our teens, so I think I've placed that back on our childhood.

Our first stop was always, of course, the stockings. We've had the same ivory-colored 18" stockings since we were in Spain, which was a looong time. They're more faded now, but hold small trinkets just the same. That year, each of us received a pack of cookies. I got a whole package of chewy Chips Ahoy! I hugged the red container into my red pajamas, as if they would become a part of me.

Knowing my lack of self-control, I gave Veronica very specific instructions: Hide them. I figured if I knew where they were, I would end up eating them all, so it would be best if they were out of sight, out of mind.

She hid the cookies.

For the remainder of the day I played with my new G. I. Joe's. I forgot all about the cookies as we continued on with our Christmas celebration, and eventually, after the sun bid us farewell, I headed off to sleep, another Christmas under my belt.

I brushed my teeth, climbed into bed, and, as I still do today, I put my left arm under my pillow.

*crinkle*

What the...?

I pulled my hand out with the foreign object in its clutches. ... "Wha?"

Yep. Veronica had hid the cookies alright. Under my pillow.

I'm sure you can figure out the rest of the story. After 10 minutes or so, I went from laying in my sheets looking at a package of cookies to laying in crumbs with an empty package of cookies looking at me.

I haven't bought chewy Chips Ahoy! since, but this year I may have to take a walk down memory cookie aisle.