The last Sunday before Christmas…the last Sunday of Advent for those of us who observe it. I do. In fact, Advent is something I enjoy almost as much as Christmas. And yet I missed church this morning. David got called out on something related to the fire department late last night after we’d just gone to bed (he was actually asleep) and didn’t get home until around 12:30. I fell asleep around 1 a.m., only to be awakened by Shiloh at 6 a.m. The previous night I’d finally fallen asleep around 4 a.m.
And you know what? This morning I listened to my body, and went back to sleep. I’m a little disappointed to have missed church, especially since I love singing in the choir this time of year. But I had a couple of days last week when the stress of all I have to do got the better of me and I decided I had to make this choice.
So right now I’m going to go get the cup of tea I hear David preparing for me downstairs, curl up in my library and plan out what has to be done before Christmas and how to make that happen. I think I’ll listen to some Christmas music, too.
Have a beautiful day!