comfort and joy

It's the holiday season, right? Buy something nice for Jesus-he won't mind-charge it!
In other news, the 3 1/2 yr old is grappling with who Jesus is, who God is, why we were made, what we are made of, who made us, and why we can't sing We Three Kings over and over again in unending delight.
She also thinks that we need some "seasoning" and joy. Mmm, this Christmas should be quite tasty.
I anticipated not spending too much this year on gifts for the simple fact that our finances are in a constant state of overhaul-with this house like an albatross around our necks. I don't mind cutting back on the spending issue, though, because each year it seems commercialism gets more disgusting and bombastic in its tactics to make you feel warm and fuzzy for bad smelling perfume and hideous gifts from Kay Jewlers. So I am okay with things.
My life is great, compared with the people in Vernonia, OR, who are digging their lives out from under 5 feet of water and the ensuing damage it caused. This storm hit everyone hard-not just on the coast-but those who are reducing to soggy remnants of homelife have been particularly affected. I sat in front of the tv and computer screens for far too long, obsessing about floods and destruction. Where's the rainbow for these people? happy holidays.