light tunnel

sometimes all we can do is hope.

hope for a snow day, hope there's hot chocolate, hope you'll have enough items to make a chicken sandwhich, hope that you'll get to the other end of the snow tunnel, hope that this Christmas will be different from all the rest.

The birth of Jesus was a very hopful day, I'm sure of it.  The magi were hoping to find their King by following a star, the sheperds hoped for something interesting to happen outside of their simple life.

We talked about the sheperd's at the dinner table tonight.
I think we came to the conclusion that sheperd's were for the most part, laid back, just going through the motions sort of dudes.  During the night time, their job involved watching sheep sleep for goodness sake.
It's funny cause, we count sheep to fall asleep. ha.
things like cougars, mountain lions or poachers would be a rare occurance but they were there to protect their sheepies.
im sure they treasured the predictable. treasured what was expected.....just the same old, boring... watching their sheep sleep.  And to see angels just randomly show up singing praises.
That would kind've be like taking somebody who's listened to folk music their whole life to a hardcore metal concert.

The sheperd's remind me of myself a little.

 just going through the same old routine's of life, treasuring the predictable.

but then when something does happen that's out of the ordinary,
it's like finding the light at the end of a tunnel. wahoo!