Went to a beautiful Christmas Eve service tonight. We just joined the church officially Sunday (which is Lutheran Church Missouri Synod, for inquiring minds) and it’s nice to have a church home. It’s been a long journey, and there has certainly been a good mix of sorrow and joy, mourning and rejoicing. In the end, though, God led us here, and there’s nothing like a good Christmas Eve service to get you to stop thinking about yourself and all of your stupid requirements for The Perfect Church.
Speaking of not thinking about yourself – I made it to 38 weeks without going entirely nuts about still being pregnant. Definitely a first for me. I can honestly say that I don’t think about labor all day, that other things are on my mind, that I’ll be happy for him to be born tomorrow or in two weeks. Of course, I’m dealing with end-of-pregnancy lethargy, and I’d rather sit around and wait for the baby than cook Christmas dinner, sew a slipcover, or clean the bathroom. And I’m sooooooo excited to meet him. But I’m also not going crazy waiting for him, and that’s a good thing.
Of course, my sister who is visiting from out of state would really like for him to come before she flies home. So, Baby, if you could kindly come sooner than later, that would be great.
Merry Christmas, all. I have such a great perspective on Mary’s pregnancy and Jesus’ birth this year. I’m so huge, I swear all the folks at church were afraid I’d drop the baby right there during the service. I got looks, folks. Lots of looks. (But wouldn’t it have been a great story, had I gone into labor during the Christmas Eve service? What a great sermon illustration I could have been.) I rejoice in in Jesus’ birth, and I can’t wait to enjoy a cozy morning at home with my kids as we celebrate. And light that white candle in the middle, finally!