Hanukkah has come and gone

Well, Hanukkah has come and gone and my holiday season has officially ended.  New Year's is tomorrow but I don't know that its a holiday.  The passing of the old year into the new could make some grateful, even relieved, I suppose.  There are promises that make me think counter to this though.  I usually think about these things around Easter, but I'm aware very much right now of the joy that I should have that His promises are renewed each morning, that I am not the same as I was yesterday.  I'm not really looking for an excuse to stay up and see 12:01 to congratulate myself on surviving another year.

Somedays, I'd just much rather be home.

My book

I've decided that I will be writing a book. It'll be anecdotes about my many jobs as a server, as a substitute teacher, and, now, as a front desk clerk. I dunno about a title, but I'm thinking about "Tales from something or other". I'll take suggections if anyone's got a good one...

Hands of a friend of mine

Today I went to a meeting for Children's Church and I got to sit next to a mechanic friend of mine.  His hands are filthy, and constantly soiled.  I've seen his hands clean, but they are not the clean that I think many would be able to eat with.  But they amaze me.  These are hands that are fully engrossed in their work.  They are not just covered in grime, there are cuts, and bruises and blood stains.  These are hands that are busy at their work and they show it.

When I stand before the Master's Gates and Thomas asks to see my hands may they show the work I've done to the extent of this mechanic's, scars and blood stains, grime and all.  May they reflect the glory of God in every knuckle and sinew.