Do You Hear What I Hear? (listening and answering the Advent call)

A week ago, I woke up to palm trees; not my usual Advent sight. It was strange to see faux Christmas trees twinkle against ocean waves. Instead of book stacks, piles of dog-eared papers, and rainy days, birds sang in the day and sunshine warmed my toes. I actually read a non-school book propped up on my legs. This trip was unusual for us; part Christmas gift, part spontaneity, part rebellion to our hard-working ways. That night at dinner, a low and lonesome timbre broke over the lanai; not my usual Advent sound. An island man, strong and brown, ran Continue Reading