Have you ever started a project and then really regretted it? I just did. I had a thought to put the Christmas tree in the foyer, but then it would be nicer if the foyer were painted now wouldn't it? Yes, and no. Yes, I am sure it will look nice, but the price I'm paying is steep. It's high, it's out of reach, it's over my head...
It's twenty foot walls in the stairwell and I'm going to use this reachy-pole-thingie that extends to do it. I had all sorts of energy when I started this project, but that's all gone now and the hardest part is all that's left. Those twenty foot walls are staring at me and I just want to take my sore muscles to bed. I'd like to be observing Advent more, but here I am thinking about nothing but paint. I had all my Christmas shopping done by December first, but what's the benefit of having the stress out of the way if I use the opportunity to add other stresses? I can be so stupid sometimes.
To rescue you from your passions, the Word took on a body...
He was man, but God. David's offspring, but Adam's maker. A bearer of flesh, but even so, beyond all body. From a mother, but she a virgin. Comprehensible, but immeasurable.
A manger received him, while a star led the Magi, who so came bearing gifts, and fell on bended knee...
Food was set before him, but he fed thousands and changed the water into wine...
As man he took rest, as God he put to rest the sea.
He was the sacrifice, but the high priest: making an offering, but himself God.
He dedicated his blood to God and cleansed the entire world...He had company with the dead, but he rose from the dead, the bygone he raised up: There is the mortal's poverty, here the incorporeal's wealth.
Do not, therefore, dishonor his divinity on account of his human things, but, for the divine's sake, hold in renown the earthly form into which, thoughtful of you, he formed himself, the incorruptible Son.
We have the flu and so we've had to cancel our Thanksgiving plans. The turkey has been put back in the freezer and I'm trying not to be so down about it. Still, there is much to be thankful for. This year I am thankful for a husband who will clean up vomit, for humidifiers and children's Motrin. I am thankful for homemade chicken soup, this thermometer, flannel pajamas, gingerale and rainy days that match your mood. I am thankful for Netflix (I want to especially thank Voltron, Defender of the Universe for passing our time), and we couldn't have done this without Lysol or Clorox with bleach. I am thankful and praying that all are well on the day we reschedule our family gathering.
