Back when I was in the elementary grades, one of the annual homework assignments I always expected was an “essay” about my “fill-in-the-blank” vacation. Indeed, I think I still have, thanks to my dear mother, the actual paragraph essay on that “dotted-mid-line” paper from the year after we returned from a Seattle visit. In the essay, I whined about not being able to go on some lame rides because a couple of people lost themselves to the rest of the family for a few hours. (You know who you are, and I forgave you long ago. But I still smile.)
To start with, in the second paragraph, I’ll have to say it’s been an enjoyable vacation. I know, for some that read this on Facebook, that may be hard to believe. But, my beloved bride agrees. We were together from Friday through Thursday morning. It wasn’t just about being close, though. We talked. We laughed. We cried. We prayed. And we praised God that He knows the future, and knows his children as a wise Father, and as a good shepherd.
It was a joy to pray and worship and eat and learn with fellow Christians on Sunday. Tears of joy and gladness mingled with the wonder of the incarnation and the Virgin Birth. Regrettably, snow and wind kept us from the Christmas Eve service, but the weather outside was frightful.
Even the unplanned well project gave me a greater appreciation for the unsung modern utilities on the average farm. (Who would actually plan to pull out a well pump and 35 feet of plastic pipe in -20 F weather?) It was -20 F, with -35 wind chill, when I discovered we had no water, and I would not be driving to SD for the day. I made two (or was it three) trips to the fleet store for parts, and eventually brought the well and pump inside the mud room to thaw overnight before getting water to the faucet by noon on Tuesday.
Further on the plus side, though, I wasn’t on call, and we enjoyed some good family work and play time. It’s great to be alive.
Merry Christmas. Happy Holidays. Happy New Year.