Peace at Christmas

This time last year, I was posting a picture of the Lutzes standing in front of a Christmas tree, and Gabby had cheeks the size of soccer balls. The story was about going to Tennessee to see family and not really seeing much of them because we were so sick. Once again: Christmastime, big cheeks, roadtrip looming, and sickness. Small differences really - cheeks are only slightly smaller, the trip is to Kentucky, and the sickness is starting before we actually get on the road. Oh yes, and no picture because I can't find the camera battery charger.





Gabby and Jason are in their beds, sleeping off the sickness. Speak of the devil; type of the angel. She's up now. Well, now we're both here to entertain and inform you. So anyway, Jason's been sick for about 10 days now. He's on antivirals and antibiotics, and he seems to be improving just a little today. Gabby has a bad case of what we like to call the "D-train." I am truly thankful that I've not been sick at the same time, and I pray I don't get sick at all.

When you only have about 15 channels, Oprah seems like a fantastic option every day. I think the most successful thing in the Oprah Show equation is that you leave each show feeling like a piece of the world has been fixed... even if it's just which jeans fit your figure best. I would imagine that at 5 PM every weekday, millions of women are unconsciously feeling, "I'm a better person for having watched that. The world is fixable. I'm at peace." But by 6 PM, they're probably realizing once again how messy life really is. Or maybe that's just me. Sorry for the diatribe. I digress. If I could bring you one little Oprah-style solution via this website, it would be another website:


http://www.flylady.net
Meet FlyLady. If you are living in CHAOS (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome) and need a system to get it together, she's your new angel. I followed this for a while, and I'll say that she does really help. Be prepared to spend awhile navigating the website, though. Hopefully her ways will bring you a little peace.

Here's my other thought about peace: I get peace from the thought that even though Oprah shows can't fix all that's wrong with the world, beauty can still exist in the middle of a big mess. If Jesus could be born into a whole world of sinners, then we can have some sweet memories despite viruses and infections.

Merry Christmas and lots of peace to ya.