Typically, on a Sunday afternoon, I just want to crash. After teaching five times and interacting with loads of people, sitting by the fire while it snows outside sounds like a really good way to finish the day . . . but not yesterday. Julie reminded me that we were scheduled to go to a local nursing care facility at 6 with a group of friends to throw a “birthday party for Jesus” with the residents. Seemed like a good idea when I helped plan it.
I was secretly hoping it would get canceled because of the winter storm hitting us (okay, at least I’m being honest).
6 rolled around and about 50 of us gathered in the community room of the nursing center. We sang Christmas songs, ate birthday cake, read the Christmas story, handed out ornaments the kids had made . . . and had an amazing time. It was the right thing to do. The right thing for the residents. The right thing for our children. The right thing for my soul.