I love this time of year, because along with the turkey comes the invitation to get lost in the joyful delight of Christmas.
Although this year I didn’t need that permission- considering my Christmas tree is now celebrating it’s second week at my house.
It’s strange to realize that this time last year, I was in Nepal, trying to explain Thanksgiving to our sweet host family. The words ‘too much food, football, pilgrims and Columbus’ were all thrown around at different points- I’m still not sure we painted a clear picture.
This year I’m so blessed to be spending the holiday at home with my family. My friends (fortunately and unfortunately) are all out of town with their own families and so I have the most perfectly beautiful excuse to spend days in my pajamas, curled up on the couch, watching an endless stream of movies with my puppy curled up in my lap.
And it couldn’t come at a better time.
This season of life has been my favorite yet- and I’ve been so blessed by every moment of it- but I’m TIRED!
My mind and my body and my soul have been working overtime recently and it’s so nice to be able to collapse into an armchair in satisfied, happy exhaustion.
There are many, many things going on these days and I want to be present and fully alert for all of them, and so I’m going to take a bit of a break.
For the rest of this weekend, I’m not going to be writing, but rather resting and taking the time to live.
I hope that you’ll do the same.
I hope that the next several days are full of way too much food, boisterous conversations and deep, deep love.
I can’t wait to hear about it and tell you about the things that God’s doing in my heart– but all of that can wait until Monday.
All my love and Happy Thanksgiving!