As quickly as it started its over. Three days ago I was in shorts and short sleeves throwing the football in the backyard with my brother. Today I braved the snow and this week I'll brave the single digit temperatures and a new semester. It was good being home. I danced in the kitchen, sang country music for 4 hours in a car with my siblings, played cards every night, swam in the waves, ran along the beach, cringed watching my Noles play football, and took some time to be still. Then there was Christmas. My mother asked me what was my most memorable Christmas and that was one on a small island far from home and family. Christmas eve, on cold tiled floor, my companion and I turned off the lights, wrapped scarves around our heads to be like shepherds and read the Christmas story by the light of our space-heater. The next day was like any other to those around us. We were in a country without a Christian background. The streets were still packed, the shops still opened, life continued on. No one knew of what great thing had happened on a Christmas long ago. I spent that whole Christmas testifying of Him. Though its been years, I'm still coming to grips that I'm not there anymore and not wearing a badge. But Christmas was sweet to me this year with my family. There is just something about being home and with family, the tradition; the simplicity of it all was such a contrast to my hectic life in reality. Now its back to real life and the new year has brought with it a new resolve to become something more. Tomorrow it begins again. Life's bound to be crazy but I guess that's the beauty of it. So here goes nothing!
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