Sausage in the skillet. Little bit singing Rudolph. I want to freeze her. No one else songs these anymore. My 12 year old wants to believe but he's really not. And he's not interested in the elf anymore. They grow up so fast. In a way it's easier when they know its you. The economy the way it is makes Santa really scarce. I miss the hiding of the presents. They know there aren't any. But in light of what happens in Connecticut I'm blessed to have what I have. A Sunday with all my babies and many more to come. Lord be within the hearts of those who lost so much. Comfort the little ones who saw too much. This is all too much. We ask where is God. He's here. He's in our hearts. We need to replace our hearts with His.
It's Sunday. His day. And grace falls like rain.
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