I know, I know its well into the first week of the New Year and I’m just beginning to tell you about my Christmas weekend. But I must say I have a genuine excuse – IndyCC. More about that later.
So as you may have been reading I made it safely to America (home of the brave) and for the past few days been with the Faust family. I’ve been so blessed here and spending Christmas with the Fausts has truly been one of the most memorable yet.
It began with a Christmas Eve dinner at Brian’s uncle’s place which was later topped off with a game of Tripoley. A card game that’s a mixture of poker, rummy and something else. Lol. It was fun. Later we attended the 11pm Christmas service at Brian’s church – Whitewater Crossing Christian Church. James preached.
Brian and I spent Christmas morning putting together a playhouse for his nephew and niece – super Cooper and beautiful Ellie. So adorable.
The house (the big house now, not the playhouse) would soon to be filled with joy as the family gathered to share gifts and later enjoy each other’s company around the dinner table. Mrs Faust prepared dinner and as usual, it was DELICIOUS!
Again I can’t help but mention that I have felt so blessed to be a part of the Faust family this Christmas. Vinaka vakalevu.
Sorry I don’t have pictures at the moment. They have been securely stored in a usb currently in the possession of one Denise Tamani aka Nina who is on the other side of San Francisco. And who also happens to have my origami paper which I supposedly left with her at the airport after I taught her how to fold a paper crane. *tsk tsk. (Au lasu my sister, ‘m just pulling your leg)
Oh by-the-way somewhere in between all the merry making and celebrations Brian and I managed to go watch Sherlock Holmes. Sorry I can quite remember the exact day. Discombobulated much.
Well, for those of you that know we (well enough) you may notice that more often than not I tend to phase out and seem like I’m in a world of my own. Yes, those moments of random brilliance. Jokes.
Anyways, as we were driving one day I remember seeing the cliché “Jesus the reason for the season” on a car in-front of us and having seen all the beautiful lights and decorations that accompanied it drifted off into deep thought. It then dawned on me ‘Jesus, you’re not just the reason for the season. You’re the reason for every season. You’re the reason why I live.’
I am again reminded of lyrics to the song by Mark Robin… “Jesus, all for Jesus all I am and have and ever hope to be”.
Thank you Lord for sending your son, Jesus. I pray that you would compel us to not only be content in remembering Him this festive season but for every season of our lives.
To God be the glory, forever and ever.