Night

I always feel like blogging late at night, when I'm almost ready to go to bed. Then I don't, because, well, I'm tired. And this bed of mine, wow, it calls to me so loudly.

But tonight, I am downstairs, on the comfiest couch in Seattle, looking out over the city, listening to Rosie Thomas' Christmas album. It's my "happy music." I listen to it in the summer--it's that good. She calms me.

Anyway, tonight, after a strange and crazy day of saying goodbye to my boss, I feel so peaceful and thankful and joyful. This last year has been so many things. I don't know where to begin, and am overwhelmed with emotion. I'll write more on that later, when I have had the space.

I love this song, because it repeats, "Christmas come, and please don't be late...Christmas come, can't stand the wait, so please don't be late...Christmas come, the world cannot wait, so please don't be late." I love these lines. For all the doubt and uncertainty and annoyance and anger and confusion I have about faith lately, I still love these lines. For their longing and hope and truth. I feel the ache of the world's broken longing so often. The longing of my own heart for more healing and hope and beauty. Not that this only comes at Christmas. I know it doesn't. Maybe I like it because I don't like being late...

I also don't post at night when I want to go to bed because I feel somewhat incoherent. Who says I need to be?! Okay.

I love Rosie. I love my house. And our view. And my new pizza stone. And my friends and brother and papa and family dinner and Farmor and headbands and comfy couches and late night peace and cozy beds and warm showers and kind words and laughter and Sophia and Hannah and walks and fall colors and really long sentences.

Goodnight! :)