The towel is over my shoulder.
Waffles are warming in the oven.
The farmhouse kitchen is a wreck.
So is every other room in this old Farmhouse.
The floors, table, ottoman.
Cluttered.
Papers, socks. . . the vacuum.
A trail of the day metered out as if to find the way.
‘The way where,” I ask?
Where are we going?
Where are we headed?
I sit.
In the midst of the chaos.
In the midst of a mile long list.
I sit.
The youngest farm girl switched Pandora to a Classical Christmas Station.
The usual Christmas music changed up a bit.
Not familiar.
Different.
Beautiful.
So, I sit.
Here.
In the middle of chaos.
Quiet.
Loving every minute.
Deep joy.
Complete peace.
Assurance that Immanuel has come.
He is here.
Among us.
Today.
Dear Tammy, I did not know if you had seen the obituary for my nephew Lieutenant Benjamin K Frederick from Underhill, Vermont. He is my sister Marilyn’s son. Please cover us all in your prayers. Thank you so much. The Lord is our strength.