I haven't mailed a single Christmas card.
I still need to go buy stamps.
None of my presents are wrapped.
And far too many aren't even bought yet.
I need to do about three weeks worth of work in the six work days left before break.
Tony got into a car accident yesterday.
Aside from whiplash, he's okay but we can't say the same about the car.
Trying not to ponder what happens if insurance doesn't cover our $1000 deductible.
I'm skipping my company Christmas party tonight to go to my friend's brother's funeral.
I saw a sign at the train station this morning that said "Merry Stressmas". At first I laughed because it mirrored my feelings exactly. But then it hit me that it's accurate not because I'm frazzled with everything going on right now but that it's true that stress is what happens when you take Christ out of Christmas. Things are rough right now. Perhaps the craziest pre-holiday time I can remember, but God is in the sad times as well as the celebrations. People have been telling me all day how tired I look (and truthfully I haven't slept more than 6 hours a night since Saturday) and I just laugh and tell them "Yeah, I think I need a Friday" but I need much more than that. I need to stand on God.
A new thing
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