You know that statistic that only 5% of the population has actual written goals? I'm beginning to think there's some real merit to that thought. I wrote down 10 goals 4 months ago and have actually reached two of them!!
START A KEY CLUB!!!
We got notification that the Key Club is officially chartered today!! Our 31 charter members and Salli Page deserve a big pat on the back for a job well done! In addition, the TO district governor wants to stop by to congratulate us personally next Thursday! This is all super exciting.
Goal 7A is to double Kiwanis membership- 15 new members. Right now we have 3 new members and one or two that have promised to do so soon. Baby steps. The problem is that our current members are worn out and unmotivated- I guess from doing the same old thing over and over again. Our pancake supper went well last weekend, so hopefully that will bring up morale. Time will tell!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Curses
Once a month, I think of Eve, and I want to just smack her one! Thanks for nothin'! You remember, part of her punishment for eating the forbidden fruit was to "greatly multiply your sorrow and your conception; in pain you will bring forth children;" (Genesis 3:16a). REALLY?!?! As if PMS isn't enough, then we have to squeeze something the size of a cantaloupe out of something the size of a walnut with the promise that it will hurt. If you read through the OT, great suffering and groanings are compared to a woman in labor over and over and over again. Great, something to look forward to....
But did you ever stop to think about the second part of the verse? "Your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you." (Gen 3:16b). I understood this one when I was single- part of being a single women was a strong desire for a husband, an overwhelming need to be married. I thought that would go away with a snap of the fingers with a wedding band. Nope.
Interestingly, the "desire for your husband" doesn't cease, but transforms. "Your husband" now has a name and you still want him, and more so than you did when you didn't have him. Another interesting aspect is that the verse is completely open-ended. It doesn't say or give any hint of what you desire him for. Sex, yes. Affection, yes. Acceptance, yes. Strength, yes. Friendship, yes. The list is endless and probably different for every woman, and can change from hour to hour. One moment, I want him as friend, the next as lover.
Mostly, I just want him to be there, to be present, which right now is hard for us to do. I want him to be available and when he is there, I want his attention. I want him to come through for me and I need to know he still loves me. This is a lot of pressure to put on him because he's human; he falls short from time to time. This is not to say that I don't ever let him down, because I know I do. But it's just another reminder that God is the only one that will never let us down.
Hence, the second part of the curse: We expect or desire another human to never come up short when by God's design, he will. Therefore, we are setting ourselves up for disappointment time after time. I think as women we expect our men to be the knight in shining armor and that's a standard they just can't live up to. That doesn't get him off the hook, nor does it mean I don't love him with all my heart. It's just another transition in this wonderful world of holy matrimony.
Besides, honestly, how could you resist this:
But did you ever stop to think about the second part of the verse? "Your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you." (Gen 3:16b). I understood this one when I was single- part of being a single women was a strong desire for a husband, an overwhelming need to be married. I thought that would go away with a snap of the fingers with a wedding band. Nope.
Interestingly, the "desire for your husband" doesn't cease, but transforms. "Your husband" now has a name and you still want him, and more so than you did when you didn't have him. Another interesting aspect is that the verse is completely open-ended. It doesn't say or give any hint of what you desire him for. Sex, yes. Affection, yes. Acceptance, yes. Strength, yes. Friendship, yes. The list is endless and probably different for every woman, and can change from hour to hour. One moment, I want him as friend, the next as lover.
Mostly, I just want him to be there, to be present, which right now is hard for us to do. I want him to be available and when he is there, I want his attention. I want him to come through for me and I need to know he still loves me. This is a lot of pressure to put on him because he's human; he falls short from time to time. This is not to say that I don't ever let him down, because I know I do. But it's just another reminder that God is the only one that will never let us down.
Hence, the second part of the curse: We expect or desire another human to never come up short when by God's design, he will. Therefore, we are setting ourselves up for disappointment time after time. I think as women we expect our men to be the knight in shining armor and that's a standard they just can't live up to. That doesn't get him off the hook, nor does it mean I don't love him with all my heart. It's just another transition in this wonderful world of holy matrimony.
Besides, honestly, how could you resist this:
Monday, February 14, 2011
The Greatest is Love
My views on these terms have changed somewhat since marriage, perhaps because I never knew before what it was to truly allow myself to love another:
Love is PATIENT There’s a good reason this one is listed first. And it means something different to everyone, and something very personal to me.
Love is KIND This one sounds easy, of course you are kind to everyone, that’s just common courtesy. But it’s easy to take for granted those that are closest to you, especially your husband.
It does NOT ENVY Haven’t mastered this one yet, not even close, not when other couples are getting to enjoy a normal newly-wed period, and are much younger and have no pressure to rush things
It does NOT BOAST You never boast about how well your marriage is going without giving humble thanks to the one who invented love, respect, admiration, and marriage.
It is NOT PROUD I used to think this meant being proud of my husband. Nope, it means personally not being too proud to admit when you’re wrong or when you need your husband’s strength and support.
It is NOT RUDE You know when you’re just really ticked off about something totally unrelated to your husband and then he says something just at the wrong time? That is the time when you have to bite your tongue.
It is NOT SELF-SEEKING Marriage is a blending of two lives to live to one common purpose, to live as a Christian couple. So no, you can’t be self-seeking as a wife or a husband. You are always seeking for ways to make your spouse’s life better, easier, and more worth living.
It is NOT EASILY ANGERED I used to get mad about stupid stuff like leaving the milk jug in the sink, leaving clothes everywhere. It’s still a struggle to not get frustrated, but I try to save the anger for real fights.
It keeps NO RECORD of WRONGS It’s easy to forget the big fights: you get everything out in the open, you yell and throw all kinds of mud, then you both cry, hold each other, remember why you got married and … make up. What is hard to forget is all of the little times you let each other down: when you come home and are too tired to greet the person you love more than anything in the world or when you don’t make each other feel special on special occasions- those time that make you feel… underwhelmed.
Love does NOT DELIGHT in EVIL So far, I’ve not found a way to relate this one to marriage, but I think it still goes back to loving your enemies. Admittedly, the only time I would wish harm on someone is when I can’t stand to be in the same room with them. A major fault, I know.
But REJOICES with the TRUTH The truth is that God is our Savior. The truth is that He intended for Scott and I to be husband and wife. The truth is that we were obedient and followed His plan for our life together. In that, I rejoice.
It always PROTECTS I protect our marriage with everything I have. Any time I start to feel that something is creeping in that may harm us, I put up strong defenses (or offense) against it. I also protect Scott, some might call it making excuses for him, but I am the person that understands him most.
Always TRUSTS I used to be fairly trusting in the human race. Then I grew up. I still believe in the greater good in people, but as far as truly trusting others, I keep very closed. But I trust Scott implicitly. I trust his judgment, his leadership, his heart.
Always HOPES I’ll admit that this is a hard one for me. Important things have fallen through for me and my family so many times. But I cannot but have hope in our marriage and in Scott. No matter how many times I’ve been let down, I always have hope.
Always PERSEVERES Yes, every day of a marriage takes work. We must persevere.
Love NEVER FAILS God is love, God cannot fail, therefore, love will never fail.
To my husband, you mean so much to me.
Love is PATIENT There’s a good reason this one is listed first. And it means something different to everyone, and something very personal to me.
Love is KIND This one sounds easy, of course you are kind to everyone, that’s just common courtesy. But it’s easy to take for granted those that are closest to you, especially your husband.
It does NOT ENVY Haven’t mastered this one yet, not even close, not when other couples are getting to enjoy a normal newly-wed period, and are much younger and have no pressure to rush things
It does NOT BOAST You never boast about how well your marriage is going without giving humble thanks to the one who invented love, respect, admiration, and marriage.
It is NOT PROUD I used to think this meant being proud of my husband. Nope, it means personally not being too proud to admit when you’re wrong or when you need your husband’s strength and support.
It is NOT RUDE You know when you’re just really ticked off about something totally unrelated to your husband and then he says something just at the wrong time? That is the time when you have to bite your tongue.
It is NOT SELF-SEEKING Marriage is a blending of two lives to live to one common purpose, to live as a Christian couple. So no, you can’t be self-seeking as a wife or a husband. You are always seeking for ways to make your spouse’s life better, easier, and more worth living.
It is NOT EASILY ANGERED I used to get mad about stupid stuff like leaving the milk jug in the sink, leaving clothes everywhere. It’s still a struggle to not get frustrated, but I try to save the anger for real fights.
It keeps NO RECORD of WRONGS It’s easy to forget the big fights: you get everything out in the open, you yell and throw all kinds of mud, then you both cry, hold each other, remember why you got married and … make up. What is hard to forget is all of the little times you let each other down: when you come home and are too tired to greet the person you love more than anything in the world or when you don’t make each other feel special on special occasions- those time that make you feel… underwhelmed.
Love does NOT DELIGHT in EVIL So far, I’ve not found a way to relate this one to marriage, but I think it still goes back to loving your enemies. Admittedly, the only time I would wish harm on someone is when I can’t stand to be in the same room with them. A major fault, I know.
But REJOICES with the TRUTH The truth is that God is our Savior. The truth is that He intended for Scott and I to be husband and wife. The truth is that we were obedient and followed His plan for our life together. In that, I rejoice.
It always PROTECTS I protect our marriage with everything I have. Any time I start to feel that something is creeping in that may harm us, I put up strong defenses (or offense) against it. I also protect Scott, some might call it making excuses for him, but I am the person that understands him most.
Always TRUSTS I used to be fairly trusting in the human race. Then I grew up. I still believe in the greater good in people, but as far as truly trusting others, I keep very closed. But I trust Scott implicitly. I trust his judgment, his leadership, his heart.
Always HOPES I’ll admit that this is a hard one for me. Important things have fallen through for me and my family so many times. But I cannot but have hope in our marriage and in Scott. No matter how many times I’ve been let down, I always have hope.
Always PERSEVERES Yes, every day of a marriage takes work. We must persevere.
Love NEVER FAILS God is love, God cannot fail, therefore, love will never fail.
To my husband, you mean so much to me.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Pity Party for One
I'm fighting some negative thoughts, so I thought that maybe if I purged them, I'd get over it. Here goes:
I think at some point, everyone hits that wall where you say, "what exactly have I accomplished???" I'm there. Reason being, I turn 30 this week. That's why I had such a big push to run that 5K, I needed to do something big for myself before I hit that milestone. I needed something tangible that I had done to hold on to. Silly, I know.
Here's the thing: I'm turning 30. I don't own anything, not even my own vehicle. I still live in a rent house. I'm not my own employer and I'm pretty sure the outlook to buy-in is slim in my current situation. I don't have kids. My husband has a hard-earned master's degree that he can't use in our present situation. We got married so late in life that it's like we're still 23 years old and should be excited and looking towards our future. Instead, it feels like we are 6 points down with 2 minutes left in the 4th quarter and running a sloppy hurry-up offense. We are both striving, struggling, and just generally unsettled.
Don't get me wrong, our marriage is doing fine, but we just simply don't have time to nurture it like we should. I feel like we were robbed of that great phase in life where it was just us and we didn't have a thing to do in the world but be together. There was always something else: work, the dairy, commitments to family and friends. We've never once had a lazy weekend where we slept in, cooked breakfast, and did things around the house. I know this is sharpening us for something down the road, but I really want time with Scott now, when we don't have kids. As it is, we get each other at the end of the day, when there's nothing left to give and exhaustion is all that's left. The thing that's holding us together is that we have reached common ground and understanding. This is where we are and we just have to ride it out and wait for "someday" when things will be better. I digress.
Yes, I know that I have, in fact, accomplished much in my life. I am a doctor at a practice that suits me quite well. I have a husband that God set aside and molded just for me. I have an extended family that loves and supports me. I have a wonderful church family that allows me to grow and learn. I have some awesome friends that will remain friends no matter what the distance or the time between us. I have a God that loves me unconditionally. I have a warm place to live, food on the table, gas in the truck, and the skills needed for a lucrative career. I have more than plenty.
But the desire for more still sneaks in and steals away content, satisfaction, and bliss at the most inconvenient times. Jealousy, covetousness, envy, I'd say that's probably my biggest sin, no way to sugar-coat things. I need to learn to be happy with what I do have and to focus on those wonderful things that are right in front of me and forget the rest. Prayers for this struggle are always appreciated. :)
I think at some point, everyone hits that wall where you say, "what exactly have I accomplished???" I'm there. Reason being, I turn 30 this week. That's why I had such a big push to run that 5K, I needed to do something big for myself before I hit that milestone. I needed something tangible that I had done to hold on to. Silly, I know.
Here's the thing: I'm turning 30. I don't own anything, not even my own vehicle. I still live in a rent house. I'm not my own employer and I'm pretty sure the outlook to buy-in is slim in my current situation. I don't have kids. My husband has a hard-earned master's degree that he can't use in our present situation. We got married so late in life that it's like we're still 23 years old and should be excited and looking towards our future. Instead, it feels like we are 6 points down with 2 minutes left in the 4th quarter and running a sloppy hurry-up offense. We are both striving, struggling, and just generally unsettled.
Don't get me wrong, our marriage is doing fine, but we just simply don't have time to nurture it like we should. I feel like we were robbed of that great phase in life where it was just us and we didn't have a thing to do in the world but be together. There was always something else: work, the dairy, commitments to family and friends. We've never once had a lazy weekend where we slept in, cooked breakfast, and did things around the house. I know this is sharpening us for something down the road, but I really want time with Scott now, when we don't have kids. As it is, we get each other at the end of the day, when there's nothing left to give and exhaustion is all that's left. The thing that's holding us together is that we have reached common ground and understanding. This is where we are and we just have to ride it out and wait for "someday" when things will be better. I digress.
Yes, I know that I have, in fact, accomplished much in my life. I am a doctor at a practice that suits me quite well. I have a husband that God set aside and molded just for me. I have an extended family that loves and supports me. I have a wonderful church family that allows me to grow and learn. I have some awesome friends that will remain friends no matter what the distance or the time between us. I have a God that loves me unconditionally. I have a warm place to live, food on the table, gas in the truck, and the skills needed for a lucrative career. I have more than plenty.
But the desire for more still sneaks in and steals away content, satisfaction, and bliss at the most inconvenient times. Jealousy, covetousness, envy, I'd say that's probably my biggest sin, no way to sugar-coat things. I need to learn to be happy with what I do have and to focus on those wonderful things that are right in front of me and forget the rest. Prayers for this struggle are always appreciated. :)
Goal #5- Nice to meet cha'!!
Should've written this last Tuesday, oh well.
I RAN 3.1 MILES!!!!!
Thats' right, and without stopping. In about 37 minutes- yay for me!!! My original goal was to run it on February 12th, and I did it on January 31st, nearly 2 weeks ahead of schedule. I am actually signed up to run the 5K part of the CowTown Marathon on February 26th. So really, I met the actual deadline nearly 4 weeks in advance. I was super duper pumped. Due to horrible weather, the gym was closed the rest of the week, but I ran it again on Monday and rubbed a blister on the bottom of my foot in the last lap. It's better now, so I'll go run it again today!
Now I need another goal. Suzan mentioned running a 5K with her brother Kevin for the Race for the Cure. She also mentioned doing the 3-Day for the Cure in DFW next fall. There are other 5Ks around that I could run in, so that would keep me running. I could step it up to a 10K. Not real sure what my next move is.
Sadly, I haven't lost that much weight other than the initial 10 pounds. I can tell I'm more toned, especially in my legs, and my clothes fit a little better, but still not enough. I don't get to the gym as often as I should and allow myself to eat worse than I should (especially because it's so stinkin' frigid outside). I also think I need to add some other kind of cross training to my workouts besides just running. The cardio is great, but I've learned that your muscles get used to certain exercises and kind of plateau. Great. So I've had intentions of adding pilates and doing the other machines and weights at the gym, just haven't gotten around to it.
And so we continue on.
I RAN 3.1 MILES!!!!!
Thats' right, and without stopping. In about 37 minutes- yay for me!!! My original goal was to run it on February 12th, and I did it on January 31st, nearly 2 weeks ahead of schedule. I am actually signed up to run the 5K part of the CowTown Marathon on February 26th. So really, I met the actual deadline nearly 4 weeks in advance. I was super duper pumped. Due to horrible weather, the gym was closed the rest of the week, but I ran it again on Monday and rubbed a blister on the bottom of my foot in the last lap. It's better now, so I'll go run it again today!
Now I need another goal. Suzan mentioned running a 5K with her brother Kevin for the Race for the Cure. She also mentioned doing the 3-Day for the Cure in DFW next fall. There are other 5Ks around that I could run in, so that would keep me running. I could step it up to a 10K. Not real sure what my next move is.
Sadly, I haven't lost that much weight other than the initial 10 pounds. I can tell I'm more toned, especially in my legs, and my clothes fit a little better, but still not enough. I don't get to the gym as often as I should and allow myself to eat worse than I should (especially because it's so stinkin' frigid outside). I also think I need to add some other kind of cross training to my workouts besides just running. The cardio is great, but I've learned that your muscles get used to certain exercises and kind of plateau. Great. So I've had intentions of adding pilates and doing the other machines and weights at the gym, just haven't gotten around to it.
And so we continue on.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Show Cattle
Again, something I should've written about long, long ago- seeing as how this little adventure started last April.
Scott has had the opportunity to get back into one of his favorite hobbies this past year. He showed cattle in high school and college, taught a lab that required students to show at TAMU, judged cattle, and has helped his sister and other kids show at our county show. Last April, he decided he wanted to start showing in the major shows in the open division. So he bought a bred red and white registered Holstein heifer named Abry:
Scott has had the opportunity to get back into one of his favorite hobbies this past year. He showed cattle in high school and college, taught a lab that required students to show at TAMU, judged cattle, and has helped his sister and other kids show at our county show. Last April, he decided he wanted to start showing in the major shows in the open division. So he bought a bred red and white registered Holstein heifer named Abry:
We started working with Abry and two other heifers about the middle of August breaking and training them to lead in a show ring. The black and white Holstein is named Sully and the most beautiful Brown Swiss heifer you ever did see named Jane (named after his owner's wife, long story on that one).
Scott went to Lubbock for the South Plains Fair in September and to Dallas for the State Fair of Texas in October. I didn't get to go to either show because of work but got to drive through traffic to the State Fair (no fun) the afternoon following the show and spend the night to help him load our on Sunday. He placed okay at both places with Jane, but as it turns out, our Holsteins are much to short to compete in the show ring. Oh well. The main thing is that Scott got to do something related to dairying that he actually finds fun and enjoys.
Then starting in November, we started helping a few kids in the community learn how to show some of our cattle for the county show. Journey Page showed a class 4 and a class 3 heifer, and Bailey Anderson and Calli Melton each showed a class 4 heifer. Journey placed 1st with his class 3 and 2nd with his class 4 so he made the championship round but not the sale. All in all, the kids enjoyed themselves and Scott got to spend a little time away from the dairy.
Sassy &Calli, Molly & Journey, Cali & Bailey
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Christmas Jammies
Forgot to write about this:
My very favorite Christmas tradition is that we have always gotten PJs on Christmas Eve. I think that was Mom's way of circumventing the inevitable desire to open presents early. Grandma Harrington sent them to us for a long time, but in recent years because of her health, Mom has been in charge.
Since Scott and I have been together, he's gotten to take part in this most fabulous traditon and last year he got to be responsible for my jammies. Now, bear in mind that at that point we were still newlyweds and I thought that would be an excellent chance for him to get me something... slinky. Nope. I got cotton PJ pants and a t-shirt, which I actually do love and wear a lot. So he did a great job, just not what I was expecting.
This year, we were going to be at my parents house, so the rules were it had to be something I could wear in front of them. Also, he was warned that if he forgot them I would be opening presents naked and that might be embarrassing for all parties involved. First of all, when we were leaving to go to Lamesa, he nearly forgot them. Then he had bought the wrong size and I had to borrow some PJs from my mother.
What's really sad and super sweet is that he was so excited and knew exactly what he wanted to get me: men's style button up PJs that were slinky with a pink and black pin-stripe. He said he thought they'd be sexy and socially/parentally acceptable all at the same time. He was so so so super disappointed that he bought the wrong size (and erred on the small side, 2 points for him) because he knew how important the PJs are to me and how excited I get about them. I exchanged them easily and it wasn't a big deal, but what was sweet was that he completely took it to heart and felt like he let me down. What a great guy!!
My very favorite Christmas tradition is that we have always gotten PJs on Christmas Eve. I think that was Mom's way of circumventing the inevitable desire to open presents early. Grandma Harrington sent them to us for a long time, but in recent years because of her health, Mom has been in charge.
Since Scott and I have been together, he's gotten to take part in this most fabulous traditon and last year he got to be responsible for my jammies. Now, bear in mind that at that point we were still newlyweds and I thought that would be an excellent chance for him to get me something... slinky. Nope. I got cotton PJ pants and a t-shirt, which I actually do love and wear a lot. So he did a great job, just not what I was expecting.
This year, we were going to be at my parents house, so the rules were it had to be something I could wear in front of them. Also, he was warned that if he forgot them I would be opening presents naked and that might be embarrassing for all parties involved. First of all, when we were leaving to go to Lamesa, he nearly forgot them. Then he had bought the wrong size and I had to borrow some PJs from my mother.
What's really sad and super sweet is that he was so excited and knew exactly what he wanted to get me: men's style button up PJs that were slinky with a pink and black pin-stripe. He said he thought they'd be sexy and socially/parentally acceptable all at the same time. He was so so so super disappointed that he bought the wrong size (and erred on the small side, 2 points for him) because he knew how important the PJs are to me and how excited I get about them. I exchanged them easily and it wasn't a big deal, but what was sweet was that he completely took it to heart and felt like he let me down. What a great guy!!
Christmas 2010
Yep, over a month later:
Due to the current stressful situations at the dairy (another post, another day), neither Scott nor I were able to get into the Christmas spirit. I got all of my decorating, shopping and planning done really early in the month. None of the presents I got anyone required any thought, I wasn't really excited to see anyone open their presents, just nothing felt special. Scott and I both got each other boots and bought them in front of each other- no surprize there.
Then there was a big to-do about where and when we would actually spend Christmas. We almost spent Christmas apart, which comes from two strong-willed individuals trying to work out a difficult situation. Technically, it was my family's turn. If we stayed at the diary, I wouldn't see Scott most of the day because it would be just another day, work as usual, and I would basically spend Christmas alone. Also, all of our plans would have revolved around the other recently married couple because their plans aren't ever flexible. What we really wanted to do was just go away somewhere and spend some time together, without work and without the dairy. Long story short, we went to Lamesa on Christmas Eve (didn't leave until after 3 because some cows got out) and came back on the 26th to have open presents with his family.
To add to the endless excitement, I had a nasty stomach bug that kept me from enjoying much of my mother's cooking. I even missed work the next day and lost several pounds. Scott didn't get sick but Kent (step-dad) did and blamed it on me (not super positive it was my fault, the incubation period wasn't right).
The best thing about Christmas this year was getting Scott away from the dairy. He got to sleep in, took two naps, opened presents and ate breakfast in his PJs and got to have a normal day with no work. And I got to spend the whole day with him, which is probably the best gift we could have received.
I'm not sure where we will spend Christmas next year, mostly because I don't know where we will be living. But I do know that because it is on a Sunday, we will be worshipping together and I hope that we don't have to travel anywhere.
Due to the current stressful situations at the dairy (another post, another day), neither Scott nor I were able to get into the Christmas spirit. I got all of my decorating, shopping and planning done really early in the month. None of the presents I got anyone required any thought, I wasn't really excited to see anyone open their presents, just nothing felt special. Scott and I both got each other boots and bought them in front of each other- no surprize there.
Then there was a big to-do about where and when we would actually spend Christmas. We almost spent Christmas apart, which comes from two strong-willed individuals trying to work out a difficult situation. Technically, it was my family's turn. If we stayed at the diary, I wouldn't see Scott most of the day because it would be just another day, work as usual, and I would basically spend Christmas alone. Also, all of our plans would have revolved around the other recently married couple because their plans aren't ever flexible. What we really wanted to do was just go away somewhere and spend some time together, without work and without the dairy. Long story short, we went to Lamesa on Christmas Eve (didn't leave until after 3 because some cows got out) and came back on the 26th to have open presents with his family.
To add to the endless excitement, I had a nasty stomach bug that kept me from enjoying much of my mother's cooking. I even missed work the next day and lost several pounds. Scott didn't get sick but Kent (step-dad) did and blamed it on me (not super positive it was my fault, the incubation period wasn't right).
The best thing about Christmas this year was getting Scott away from the dairy. He got to sleep in, took two naps, opened presents and ate breakfast in his PJs and got to have a normal day with no work. And I got to spend the whole day with him, which is probably the best gift we could have received.
I'm not sure where we will spend Christmas next year, mostly because I don't know where we will be living. But I do know that because it is on a Sunday, we will be worshipping together and I hope that we don't have to travel anywhere.
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