13 Feb
2019
It’s tax season. Every year I vow to be a bit more organized and prepared than the last. Medical bills. […]
It’s tax season. Every year I vow to be a bit more organized and prepared than the last. Medical bills. […]
Overcoming fear is a daunting task. Finding the faith needed to trust God to lead our steps is crucial for our path to freedom. But what if our fear is in faith itself?
The new year is filled with the buzz of the Konmarie method of decluttering. But decluttering is more than just getting rid of the junk in our homes. We must first look inward to see what keeps us from achieving real joy and true freedom.
Is it just me, or is the day after Christmas a bit of a let down? Before the last bits of wrapping paper can be cleaned up, we’re already into a new wave of after-Christmas sales, aka National Returns Day, and we’re rushing to get the gift situation squared away before the new year. Too soon do we forget about the weeks long anticipation and excitement. Too soon do we forget about Jesus. This year, I plan to hang onto the Christmas Spirit just a wee bit longer, not only to carry on the fellowship with friends and family, but to continue the celebration of the Love that came down to be with us. This year we celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas.
Ever since I was a child, I dreamed of the Ultimate Christmas. Snow-covered landscapes, hot cocoa by a crackling fire… you know, everything The Carpenters sang about in White Christmas. But as my dream grew and evolved, so did my life. Today on the blog, I share how my expectations of creating the perfect Christmas resulted in years of disappointment and guilt, and how embracing the child-like wonder of the season can help us to remember what truly matters.
I find myself running, almost out of breath, just to keep things afloat, to keep them from crashing to the ground. Perhaps the secret is not to run faster, to keep going, to keep trying. Perhaps the answer is to simply be still.
Last week, the State of Hawaii prepared itself as a major hurricane churned its way through the Pacific Ocean, nearing […]
Prayer. I’d often do it in the quiet of my home; in the sacred solitude of my own space. Prayer. […]