Moira's tree twinkles from the upstairs window tonight. It is so pretty and she is so pleased, which makes me delighted too.  That happily went on the done list.  

Though I then remembered that I hadn't ordered the pictures that were to go in the cards.  And the boxes the movers marked as Christmas, seem to hold many things.  Like a tent.  And a dryer vent. Lesson plans.  And the beautiful hand me down wool coats I had hoped to find before winter's end.  That last part was another score.  But no wreaths, which like many things more important in one place than another, can be difficult to find in a new country.  So it was a mixed bag – or box as the case may be. Life tends to be.  

Things rarely go as quickly or easily as we expect. 

When I snapped this picture over Moira's dresser I thought of all those things and a number of phrases came to mind standing there…

Christmastime

There is not enough time.

Find time.

Me time. 

Overtime.

Down time.

Don't waste time. 

Another time. 

The best of times. 

All the time.

We have to pick from that sort of stream of conscience every moment. I hope we are choosing well.  I pray we are.  And I pray that when we don't, we are granted the grace to redirect.