> And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. Luke 2:8 On Christmas Eve, we’ll gather with our minions at my Dad’s for a feast and the flurry of gifts. My favorite part, though, is the reading of the real Christmas story in Luke. The honor rotates each year among my …
>Every Day Thanks
>Most evenings, my husband, Max, asks the dinner blessing. “Heavenly Father, thank you for who you are . . . for sending your son . . .” In my flurry of life, that’s all I need to know—God is. He sent his son. Our lives are in His eternal hands. I am blessed by so many things, but today I’m …
>GOT JUNK?
> Cleaning out his mother’s basement after her recent move, Max found a lot of cool things—old letters, forgotten toys from his childhood, pictures, and well . . . junk. Things his mother thought she might need someday. Useful things stacked on shelves and gathering dust. Max spent days of sorting, choosing what to save, what to give away, and …
>Happy Feet
> I’ve been in the land of The Backyardigans, Lincoln Logs, and Thomas the Tank Engine for the past few days. Good times with my four-year-old grandsons. Yep, there’s two of them. Identical at first glance, but they have developed their own unique tastes and quirks. One likes a peeled carrot (NOT cut into strips I found out) for lunch …
>3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Lift Off!
> Today I’m releasing my first ever blog to orbit in cyberspace. Does the world need another blog? How many is too many? I’ve wrestled with this and a few million other questions for quite some time. What relevance can I offer? How can I enlighten writers, friends, family? And whatever made me think I should become a blogger? The …