Christmas
Promise made,
Promise kept.
The world saved,
Abraham rejoiced!
Promise kept.
The world saved,
Abraham rejoiced!
Word spoken,
Word enfleshed.
Yahweh with us,
God justified!
A poem by my dear husband.
We had some awkward white space in our Christmas letter.
He suggested we fill it with a definition of Christmas.
Better yet he sat down and wrote this!
A Living Pencil 
The poem is beautiful. As is the post below about your mother. My maternal grandmother died this summer. Grieving has been rather strange for me. I didn’t “grieve” at the funeral or even several days later, but am finding that emotions hit me at odd times–sometimes in church as I hear a favorite hymn of hers, as we were decorating the Christmas tree with her handmade ornaments (one for every year I can remember!), etc. Thanks for a lovely post!
Nice, I like it! Ok is this weird or what: I miss our shakespeare class! It was so much fun. Oh I have to tell you that they have a Jane Austen Class that I really want to take here @ Master’s! I think it would be so much fun. They also have a shakespeare one to…I’m torn. It would be hard to do both of them:( Oh well…at least I’ll be able to take one of them. *sigh* I’ll be home in 2 days!!!!!!!*scream* 😀 I’ll see you soon! I’m looking forward to seeing your sweet face again! lots of love!
Jo, I’m telling you, we should switch lives for a semester! ((((hugs)))) – some real ones in a few days, girl. Congrats on sticking it through that tough first semester away from home. And be warned: it will be **very different** coming back home after you’ve been away. There is always a readjustment period.