So tired of being sick

Hey kids. I'm sick again. This time the culprit is a nasty cough, which I am hoping does not turn into bronchitis- my mom got me freaked out about that possibility. Isaac and I leave on Friday to begin our month of non-stop travel. First to Sikeston, then to Florida (with a few pit stops on the way and back), back to Columbia, and then to see JEN!!!!!! So, you can see that it is vitally important that I get well pronto.

Since I'm behind (yet again) on everything, I'm just now posting the next Christmas song for Advent. I know I was supposed to post on Sunday, but you can ask my husband- there was no way anything but sleep and coughing was going to happen then. This song is one which Isaac introduced to me a few months ago; the lyrics are so powerful. Next week, I'll be posting my all-time favorite Christmas song, so get excited! Before then, here is a beautiful song by MercyMe.

Joseph's Lullaby

Go to sleep, my Son-
this manger for your bed.
You have a long road before You,
rest Your little head.

Can You feel the weight of Your glory?
Do you understand the price?
Or does the Father guard Your heart for now
so You can sleep tonight?

Go to sleep, my Son-
go and chase Your dreams.
This world can wait for one more moment;
go and sleep in peace.

I believe the Glory of heaven
is lying in my arms tonight.
Lord, I ask that He for just this moment
simply be my child.

Go to sleep, my Son-
Baby, close your eyes.
Soon enough, You'll save the day,
but for now dear Child of mine-
my Jesus, sleep tight.

Joy, Joy, Joy!

As usual, it's great to be a Florida Gator!!!! SEC against Big 12 for the national championship...what ever happened to Ohio State?


Okay, enough of bragging (and being cocky, might I add) and back to the continuation of Advent and another one of my favorite Christmas songs. This one was written by a fellow Union alum, Chris Rice. I'm pretty sure I get teary eyed every time I hear it.

Welcome to Our World

Tears are falling, hearts are breaking-
how we need to hear from God.
You've been promised, we've been waiting;
welcome, Holy Child.
Welcome, Holy Child.

Hope that you don't mind our manger.
How I wish we would have known,
but long-awaited Holy Stranger,
make Yourself at home.
Please make Yourself at home.

Bring Your peace into our violence,
bid our hungry souls be filled.
Word now breaking heaven's silence,
welcome to our world.
Welcome to our world.

Fragile finger sent to heal us,
tender brow prepare for thorn.
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
unto us is born.
Unto us is born.

So wrap our injured flesh around You,
breathe our air and walk our sod.
Rob our sin, and make us holy,
perfect Son of God.
Perfect Son of God,
welcome to our world.