Christmas day?

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Even knowing, I was a bit surprised to wake to it.  My sleep was more than just a rest period.  I think some of the heavy systems went offline in the process.  Probably from pushing.  So this morning was more of a hard reboot than a soft refresh of many of my data and intellectual faculty bases.  It was probably the only way to decouple from pain sensors for long enough to get sleep in.

Up at 6:00, an half hour either way if I am thinking probably a bit earlier.  It took nearly an hour to actually exit the bed though.  Muscles are are drying concrete, some bones are rusting steel, and I can feel the rust as pain.  Something is wrong with my stomach.  Ate too much?  Not enough?  Too fast when I ate?  My shoulders feel as if I flew from heaven in a single flight.  Yeah, they get sore, more if you are out of practice.  I said I wouldn't take anacin this morning.  I was wrong.  And I still may go back to sleep for a bit, in a bit.  Oh, and it snowed.  On the good side, I don't have to go anywhere today.

While waking I started thinking about Jesus, as a child.  They traveled a bit, and weren't really back home until later.  I know not having a home.  I suspect, however, it was different for Him.  I have a suspicion that He always knew this was His Father's... hmm... property.  That no matter where He was, He was always home.  I have thought that since I was a child... or more I knew it.  How?  Why?  Doesn't much matter.

Jealous?  Yes, of course.  If not in a covetous manner.  I would not have at the expense of another, Jesus or another.  And, while I do understand that it IS the same for me, it is the same but in a different way.  He came with the keys, with full understanding, and with blessings.  Or of a sort that is truly unique to Him.  Though, in time, I have come to more of an understanding of these things.  Even so, I will always be a stranger until my final return home.  If too, I am less of a stranger anywhere than most are other than right where they were raised.  There are trade-offs to everything.  And, for every curse a blessing... if one chooses to see it.  I make the effort, if often I may fail.