Christmas is over. We've bid adieu to the Magi and we're headed for that period in ordinary liturgical time.
I sit here drinking what will probably be the last of the egg nog (nectar of the gods!). *sigh*
The new year has already brought change. At work we are embarking on a new system. Everyone is in panic mode. Except me. For some reason, I'm not nervous. I guess because we're all in the same boat so to speak. I'm not the "new kid" anymore. Even the "old dogs" will have to learn the "new tricks."
And at last, a few days off! Working six days a week, covering shifts of the vacationers, has worn me out. I haven't picked up my nook in maybe three weeks. Thomas Merton's Learning to Love has beckoned me to come back to it, but my eyes and mind are just too tired.
This weekend I will take down the tree. I always hate that. Putting it up is fun and full of anticipation. Taking it down is depressing. The wonder and excitement of Christ's birth has passed and the everyday has become just that: the every day.
The promises of Jesus don't change throughout the year. We don't see ourselves through our Savior's eyes, but if we did, we would see His Kingdom and all that He has imagined for us!