* I keep thinking about Friday night and temple square. It was so nice to be with the
Clarks. It felt like Christmas. It was there in the music, the pictures, the lights and little children. Holding on to Tyler and Shawn occasionally shifted what is important. Tyler can play Christmas songs on his guitar. Shawn has a
Polar Express chugging around his tree. Katy has the prettiest blue spruce Christmas Tree. Jenny
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smiles with her big dimples and happily joins in the fun. She doesn't seem to have any of the "Don't Bug Me" feeling
that most teenagers grow in and out of. Bret and
Nic are
powerfully in charge of the good life. I love them. Thanks for including us.
* It rained all day yesterday, a sad rain, the wind blew for ever, but now it is snowing softly and life feels better again.
* I am drawing the Nativity
* "Yes, the larger Christmas story is clearly not over. It is not solely about some other
time, some other place, and
some other people. It is still
unfolding, and we are in it! Like the wise men who persisted to Bethlehem-and we too shall be led to Him. " Maxwell
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