Source of Song

One of the devotional books here at the lake is Sanctuary by David Jeremiah. Yesterday's reading was about the source of music. Christians sing; the song wells up from deep within their redeemed souls. The story of the first Christmas is filled with songs: Mary's. Elizabeth's, Zechariah's, Simeon's, and the angels'. Nothing has really changed, except that Christ fulfilled his purpose for that birth through his life, death and resurrection. So now we, of all people, have all the more reason to sing.

Thursday night we heard Gavin's school choir concert. I told him I thought they'd done especially well on "Hodie, Christus Natus Est." Excitedly, he replied, "Mimi, do you know what it means? Today Christ is born!"

Grandson Justin and his friend Lora came yesterday. This morning Sue and Jeff will come. We're going to Pottery Bayou this afternoon so all of us can express creativity (or not) by decorating an item of pottery as a gift for someone. The store will fire them and deliver them later. After that Karin's friends from law school will join us at the house and we'll all decorate gingerbread houses. (We'd planned to do that yesterday, but a couple of peole weren't feeling well.) I think everyone is better today.)

Have a blessed Christmas, with a song at least in your heart.

Love,
Carol