Well, I’m sitting on my couch this December 23rd evening and trying to sort through my thoughts from the last few months. Only two sleeps until Christmas morning and I’m finding that the Christmas spirit is invading my life in very different ways this season than in those past. At times I ache for the busy shops, snowball fights, over-decorated houses, and mall santas that make it feel like “the most wonderful time of the year.” I have found myself waiting for that excitement to overwhelm me like it does every year. At some point in the last few days, I’ve accepted the fact that this year is different, and that’s okay, and even good. The birth of Christ has been more amazing and miraculous to me this year than any other year. I think without the all the hubbub, Christmas seems a bit more pure to me this year. In some ways the birth of Christ seems more distant from my reality, and therefore God seems more distant; however, at the same time God seems so much more real and tangible. Last Friday in church I found my eyes welling with tears and my heart warmed as I gave my weekly children’s sermon. It was simply about how God sees the things we cannot or choose not to. I’ve been surprised by the ways that God has chosen to speak to me, pleasantly surprised.
In other news, my job has been great. I have now been working at the U.S. embassy as a nurse in their health clinic for 6 weeks. I am enjoying both those I work with and those we provide for. We serve all of the 500 or so American families who have been brought to Egypt by the U.S. I’m learning something new every day… usually more than one thing. I’ve given a ridiculous amount of shots and should probably be writing down all of the reactions I get from the kids who have been on the receiving end. One of my favorites was from a little 3 year old who was playing it cool until his dad grabbed in a bear hug at which point he yelled, “I don’t want a shot, I don’t want a shot, I don’t want a…. ah (as the needle went in, flawlessly)… that wasn’t bad, I want a lollipop.”
Ben’s job is also going well. He is the head coach of an 85 person strong cross-country team consisting of males and females grades six through 12. The experience is allowing him to build relationships with kids while sharpening his organizational skills. He has preached three times at St. John’s now. I might be a little biased, but I have thoroughly enjoyed his thoughts from the pulpit.
Our friend Ryan is visiting us now and has brought with him memories of so many of you whom we love so much and take time to miss often. We are so thankful for you all this Christmas season.
Peace be with you,
Emily (& Ben)
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