"I Can't Sweep"

Good (early) morning all,

Today's title comes from when my niece Hannah was small and spent the night with us. We were trying to get her to go to sleep and she was roaming around the living room holding out her hands and saying, "I can't sweep," which was quite precious. Anyway, needless to say I am up early blogging because I, too, "can't sweep." I am either taking a cold or have a sinus infection so my right head (right side of my head) is totally stopped up, I can't breathe and I woke myself up snoring, so here I am blogging.

John and I didn't sleep very well in the hotel Friday night either. I believe the snoring was perhaps a problem again. We were on the road by 7:00 yesterday morning. There was about 2-3 inches of snow on the ground, but driving was not difficult. It snowed on us a good part of the way home, but we were home safely by noon or a little after. He did sleep about an hour on the way home.

John's eye looks quite good; a little swollen from the procedure, but I think that will go down soon. God has apparently given both of us this wonderful gift of healing, and we are so thankful for that. His scar from the brain tumor surgery looks great; there is no swelling around it or around the ear where they added the fatty tissue.

I know I probably say this too often, but he has such a great attitude. On the way home from church last week I said, "You are just glad to be alive, aren't you?" And he said, "Yeah, I like people." He seems to have this whole new lease on life and looks at things and people in a whole different light. We were awake early one other morning last week and he said, "Would you care if I prayed?" Now what do you think I said? It was the sweetest, sincerest, most touching prayer I had ever heard. (Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . of course I'm crying.)

We are so blessed and grateful and loved. And we can't say enough how grateful we are for everything and everyone.

My wish for this Christmas season is that each of you would have the peace of God in your hearts. And in this commercialized, chaotic season that we can find enough silence and solitude to appreciate the true meaning of Christmas: the birth of our Saviour, Jesus Christ.

Thank you all again for your prayers, gifts, cards, caring, and all that you do.

Love and Peace,

John and Cathy