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The Christmas season is making me nuts.

Today, I was crushing almonds to make homemade body scrub. I had the almonds in a plastic bag and was pounding the devil out of them with a hammer. When I was satisfied with the consistency, I dumped the almonds into a measuring cup. Low and behold, there sitting on the top of the crushed pile was one solid, fully-intact, untouched almond.

All I could think was how that one lone nut was a perfect example of how God's touch can keep one house standing in a fire when all those around it have burned - which happened to one house in a destroyed neighborhood during the fires earlier this year. And you know the one car that still sits in its driveway after the winds of the hurricane have subsided? God's touch.

So that made me think that God must have had His hand on that one almond. A nut! For one brief second, before I realized the idiocy of my thoughts, I actually considered that God might have cared enough about the one stupid nut to allow its survival of the hammer-beating. I mean... it's a nut.

A nut.

The Christmas season is making me batty. It was a nut! And I thought it may have survived for a reason.

A nut.

Now, does this make me a nut? And if so, is God touching me?