Have you any room?

I'm writing this post in Malaga airport - where I'm waiting for the flight that will take me to Scotland for Christmas. It's been pretty rainy here and we had to drive through a flooded road on our way to the airport.... but I'm hoping that there won't be too much snow waiting for me when I arrive in Glasgow this afternoon.

Last night we had our special Christmas service at church. A number of families presented Christmas songs and music, and the youth group did a skit that showed how young people were so focused on the celebrations that they were actually ignoring Jesus at His own birthday party. The children had prepared a cute and funny nativity play about a little bull who was very possessive of his manger and wouldn't allow the other animals to eat from it; what a shock he got one day to discover a newborn baby in his precious manger! But when he understood that this was the Saviour of the world, he made room for Jesus in his manger and also in his life.

Meanwhile, as I threw a few things in my suitcase this morning, it seemed that the cats were also asking, "Don't you have room for me?" I opened the drawer to take out my computer, and there was Tobi lying among my stuff. I went to the wardrobe to pack some jeans... and there was Teddi, looking at me as if to say, "Don't forget about me." And when I got back to the suitcase, I found that Tobi had already settled down on top of it. Tamba, in the meantime, was just lying on the bed and looking at me accusingly with her big yellow eyes: "So you're off and leaving us again, are you?" Little do they know that they'll be better off in Spain, with Gabriela looking after them, and no snow to deal with!