I was sitting here pre-coffee working this morning, contemplating the past year, mostly the struggles and tribulations, and yet, feeling immensely overwhelmed at how blessed we have been.
As I stood up to get my second cup of coffee, I glanced over and saw this… how can one not be thankful facing down the day knowing that this is the “why” it all matters.
This reminds me of the Psalm:
Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of [arrows]. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their opponents in court.
Psa 127:5.
But what struck me most odd, is there are only 8 people living under my roof – 9 if you count the youngest daughter’s boyfriend, who is almost always here, and almost as much of the family.
But the 10th stocking confused me. I went to turn over the name tag, and turned it over again. Whose stocking is that? I think the wife uses it for the pets, right?
Who else is living here, that I don’t know about… is that why the utility bills are so high?
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Let the holidays begin!!
