Skipping Church

Kendra got sick last night, so I'm home on a Sunday morning. It's weird.

Keen and I put up the tree this week. It's the same 7 foot tree we've always had. As we were working on it, we realized that he's 9 and it's older than him. It still looks pretty good though.

But we haven�t put the ordainments on yet. We've been waiting until for an evening when all four of us are here at the same time. That�s been rare lately. They've opened and rummaged through all the tubs of stuff, so the living room looks like Christmas exploded. Things like this used to stress me out, but I'm cool. In fact, a lot of things pertaining to order and control used to stress me out, but even though many would think my life is crazy and a mess, the thought that keeps coming to mind this week is, "life is perfect."

I'm still not comfortable saying that out loud, because I don't want my contentment to be based on emotion or circumstances, but rather from faith and proper perspective. As I gain an eternal perspective and study other cultures, I realize that so many of the things that used to bother me are petty and isolated.