It never fails. Every November I find myself imagining a glorious holiday season. I close my eyes and see myself in pearls, a frilly half-apron, and heels, baking incredible pies in a spotless kitchen. I don’t know where this comes from. I don’t even wear heels anymore. They would slow me down while I’m chasing…
“Come, Thou long expected Jesus Born to set Thy people free: From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in Thee.” – Charles Wesley I tend to have big expectations. I’ve spent the last thirty-three years learning how to temper those expectations with reality. This can be a beautiful piece…
My four-year-old opened the glittering red box with enthusiasm. He exclaimed excitedly, “Momma, another baseball! It’s just like the one I already have.” I cringed, hoping the giver wasn’t insulted, but there was delight in her eyes as my son wrapped his chubby arms around her neck. My boy had sown love with his genuine affection…
“At Christmas, all roads lead home.” ~Marjorie Holmes The sound of travel thrills me. My earliest memory of this auditory obsession dates back to the early 80’s. I remember walking up and down the dirt drive in front of my grandparents’ old chicken house just to hear the gravel crunch beneath my Jordache sneakers….
Christmas. Just the word evokes images of experiences, both unique to our hearts and common to those around us. Trimming trees, baking, shopping, and decorating fill the lists of activities we engage in to make Christmas “feel like Christmas.” The phrase “It just isn’t Christmas without __________ (fill in the blank)” sets us all up…
No one could have prepared me for what I felt that first Christmas without my mom. My best friend. The one who made Christmas magical for me, finding ways to secretly bless others, celebrating Jesus’s birthday, donning an apron and rolling out sugar cookies and pumpkin rolls to share, filling Christmas cards with notes to…