Dec 6 – Hurry, hurry, hurry. Hurry up and slow down. Our town’s Food Pantry concert was tonight. Seven church choirs sing, bells ring, the community chorus carols, filling the church with heavenly music and delighting the audience with two hours of Christmas music that even Scrooge would enjoy. My husband sings in four of the groups, so naturally, I went. The thing is, though, that for a 7:00 concert, you have to get there at 6:00. The place is always packed to the rafters. Literally. The hosting church has a balcony. So it’s hurry, hurry, hurry to get there, then wait, wait, wait. But the concert makes the wait worthwhile. And the wait itself is a small respite in the hurry hurry of the Christmas season. I wore socks with snowflakes on them tonight. They look a little like stars, but I think they’re snowflakes. Snowflakes don’t rush; they float lazily to the ground. They’re not caught up in the Christmas rush. When I get too hurried this month, I hope I remember to take the time to wait a little.
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