It’s the day after Christmas and somehow I feel I miss my family more than the actual day of christmas. Was it the shopping? Playing? Not sure. I find myself wondering if the Lord missed His maker more the day after the Passover, after seeing everyone return to their lives, as if nothing had happened. I think our behavior, or mine-rather-must grieve Him. We celebrate this amazing day, then return to our lives as if He never came. Something to ponder, for sure.