Lessons Learned
Three days before Christmas I gave a sermon/meditation at my church. By the end of Christmas day I was totally turning around everything I said and fed up with everything and everybody. Lesson learned: practice what you preach; LITERALLY. I may have had some joy on Sunday (especially when listening to our guest harpist) and carried a bit of that into Christmas Eve (although I was starting to get crazed with two church services and where and when to do what. (Like dinner...which turned out to be fast food tacos). Christmas morning started much too early. (This should be no surprise, but my son had been up till nearly 10:30 the night before and hence I had been up till midnight, having started by day before 5 AM. I had hoped that with him being up so late that I might get to "sleep in" till 7 or 7:30, but I seriously misjudged the power of kid who knows there must be presents downstairs under the tree just waiting for him.) The mor...