We spent Christmas in Arkansas spending time with my family. Izaiah had a blast, as did Dre! We did a whole lot of nothing, which is very nice, I must admit. Ezra stayed for an extended visit. She and Izaiah are not meshing well, and we need a break!
I am going back on my diet, and will surely amaze you with how much I whittle down these next months. I lost 35 pounds last year, and am determined to lose another 20. It wasn't that hard the first time, so I don't expect it to be this time, either. Mark promised that if I make it to my goal weight, he will take me on a lavish vacation. Sweet! Right now New York is topping my list. If we weren't already so settled, we would move to the east coast in a heartbeat.
I would like to share an excerpt from a book I have been reading. It fits with my view of Jesus:
He was like nothing anyone had ever seen.
Among a people that smugly shunned
the sick and ill,
Jesus stopped,
looked beggars in the eyes,
touched lepers,
and brought dignity to the helpless and alone.
Jesus walked..
Jesus was a man with dirty feet.
As Jesus led his twelve closest followers
they would walk along the dirt roads together.
They went to parties together.
They ate meals together.
They worked together.
Jesus walked as a human among humans,
brushed elbows with politicians and outcasts,
went to parties with
sinners and criminals,
and embraced as his own family
those he met on the street.
Jesus floated on no pristine clouds.
Jesus was no aloof elitist.
Jesus was no odd hermit.
He preferred the world of
dirt and friends and handshakes.
He embraced this relational life on earth
more passionately than anyone ever had.
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