This past Sunday, I listened to Central’s Chancel Choir sing, "Who, At My Door Is Standing?" and how lovely it was!
I sang it with them for over 20 years on the First Sunday of Advent, and to lose yourself in joining voices is indeed indescribable. The Lord blesses the singer's heart with the music and it's especially glorious with Choir Director Michael Rintamaa accompanying on the piano. It's a feeling of the love with which we may face the coming storm. It's a feeling of belonging, of believing!
When I was younger, I waited for December all year, because of Christmas and then, 5 days later is my birthday on December 30th. To always be the youngest in my class at school used to be a drag, but these days, I'm quite happy waiting another month to turn 67. I've already got gray hair, so I'm spackling my makeup and smiling through the Season as if the Monkees' concert is next week. Christmas still brings out the kid in me.
As we exit the awfulness of the pandemic, my hope is to rediscover the Joy I know Christmas brings.
I'm going to play John Lennon's "Happy Xmas" and sing like Yoko until the giggles arrive. Also, I'm making a tree out of books and affixing the green lights ordered from 'wish' thereto. I'm leading my small but growing choir with fa-la-la-las and grace notes until Christ enters into our Room. He's always been good to me. He deserves my best.
Pray for me, lambchops!
Merry and Happy Xmas,
Peace,
Kimmy
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