The Week After Christmas

The week after Christmas seems like a time of "mourning" for me. I don't know...I guess all of the hype and excitement leading up to the big day is enough to cause one to 'crash' into melancholia after it all ends. Perhaps it's just me? I know the true meaning of Christmas gets lost in all of the commercialism. It leaves me scratching my head. I was watching YouTube videos this week and a great number of them were uploaded from young people entitled "What I Got For Christmas" or "My Christmas Haul". All of these videos are prefaced with the disclaimer that they're not trying to brag, but of course they are....But, honestly - don't we all contribute to this kind of mentality? We live in one of the richest nations on Earth and let's face it, our kids are spoiled. Mine too. I thank the Lord for the blessing of having been born in the US, but then I think of those in other parts of the world who are much less fortunate than we are and I'm quite ashamed. I don't know where this diatribe is leading. Just a few thoughts I've been having for a few days now...

I'm currently reading these books:

This is the second book written by Shelley Shepard Gray that I've read and I'd highly recommend her books. They're sweet, clean romances and I just adore her writing.

Yesterday, it was a gorgeous sunny day. I spent a while, jacket-free, on my front porch swing reading.

My son and his family are now in town. I haven't seen them in 8 months and I treasured the time we got to spend together today. My 3 grandkids are growing so fast.

Closing this post with a verse my pastor focused on in this morning's sermon:

I Peter 5:8 (KJV) - Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the Devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.