Dec 14
Every morning I wake up to another sappy Christmas commercial that emotionally hijacks me and leaves me all weepy in my honey nut Cheerios. For example: the Hallmark tear-jerker that keeps replaying of the lonely soldier in Afghanistan opening up a Charlie Brown book with his little boy’s voice warbling out the Christmas story –sob, …
Dec 29
Today we worked out at the gym, lifting weights side by side. And though I am teaching him proper form, he is pushing me on to new limits. Our relationship is changing, as I both embrace and simultaneously release my son into this dance of growing up.
Dec 22
It’s not an obvious seduction, like drugs or illicit compromise; true Christmas party overload is inherently subtle. It’s one sip of wine at a time, two late nights justified, then three more. It’s going back for seconds at the buffet table and avoiding the gym because there is “just so much to do.” Bustle, bustle, justify, justify…and then, all of sudden you can’t zip up your pants.
Dec 17
When I encounter someone whom God financially blessed through me, there is an unexpected seed of compassion deeply rooted in my heart that God has planted. It’s completely beyond my normal and slightly selfish paradigm, unnatural even, but effortless because of God. It is His love weaving through my crusty heart to bless both the giver and recipient.
Dec 02
I struggle with my inner naughty; this duality of the Christian walk and the daily battle between choosing humility or competitiveness. I think I might have caught my neighbor’s desperation. I’m pretty sure it’s viral.
Praise the Lord that Jesus doesn’t keep a naughty list like Santa or I might get some coal in my stocking. Because, when my husband goes out of town, some elves just might drop by our house too!
