Recently I have been awakening at 3:30 am.  Sometimes I stay awake until about 6 am, then go back to sleep.  The problem is I am then disoriented for the whole day.  This morning at 3:30 am I looked outside at the black sky brilliant with stars.  It reminded me of an old song, “Oh how beautiful the sky, with the sparkling stars on high….”  I don’t recall the rest of it, do you?

Our choir program will be Sunday morning.  We’ve had the final rehearsal, but I am not quite confident of all the music.  I was sick and missed some rehearsals, and my voice is not quite ready for those high e, f, and g notes. On Saturday, I’m meeting with another singer who also has a piano in her home.  Maybe I can be prepared by Sunday morning.  I’m so grateful for my training earlier this year. Without that, I wouldn’t even attempt an f, much less a g.  The beauty of singing in a choir instead of solo is that I can drop out for a minute and let the others carry the song.  I don’t like to do that, but sometimes I have too.  So do  the others.

Our drought continues—we have no snow.  While it is easier to get around without snow, we realize our ground is dry and thirsty.  It is a reminder that our souls are dry and thirsty too, and in need of the water of eternal life.  Christmas music is a vessel for that water—drink all you can, and carry some to share with those around you.