So I'm out of my broken-foot boot and into some flats now. Sneaker-ish flats, with good support. But you know how I LOVE my heels. So I'm being good, knowing I'll get into them eventually.
We had Christmas Night at North Lake last Sunday and it was amazing. I sang a solo on "Oh Holy Night," and I managed to get through the whole song (almost) before coming to tears at the tag. That song always gets me. It's a combination of things... the song is powerful, lyrically. Our God, our Savior, joining with us here on earth... heavy. Melodically, there has to be something about the melody, the intervals, that incites emotional response. That's just what some songs do. They speak to you on an entirely different level. Soul to soul. And also, that was the first Christmas song my family would play every year. Fr. Bob had recorded a Christmas album on which he sang "O Holy Night." And on Thanksgiving, every year my family would play that record. So "O Holy Night" means so much to me in so many different ways. Add to that the friends I've made in the Contemporary Music Ministry at NLPC since Joe & I moved here. It's been really incredible. Sharing Sunday last Sunday night with them is the greatest Christmas gift. Thanks, you guys.

Now, if we can get Mommy up and moving around after her knee surgery Thanksgiving week. My mommy is made of strong stuff, I tell ya.