We don’t usually have a big blowout Thanksgiving dinner, with adding all the leaves in the table and scouring all over the house to find enough chairs for every one to sit in. It’s usually a small affair, and it was this year, also. I got Peter from school on the Friday before the holiday and Kevin and April came on Wednesday. We are careful, as are they, and we’ve been together a few times over the summer and fall and felt comfortable being together.
I was trying to get ahead of all the baking, etc. Monday, Peter and I measured out bread dough ingredients and put them in the bread machine and pressed the “dough” button.
Listen! A virgin will be pregnant, she will give birth to a Son, and he will be known as “Emmanuel,” which means in Hebrew, “God became one of us.”
Matthew 1:23 (The Passion Translation)
O come, O come, Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel,
that mourns in lonely exile here, until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.
I’m glad to see that Survive! lives on!
It very much does! Sorry you’re not here to play with us, too.