The Meaning of the Snowflake Every new snowflake comes to the earth as a picture of our Saviour’s birth, because they are sent from up above and remind us of God’s care and love. Each one is so...
The lights burn low in the sanctuary and the voices raise high. They echo off rafters and doors, then flow down the walls like a flood of so many waters. I close my eyes and listen, let my thoughts...
Of all the ways to make an entrance, no PR or Marketing firm would choose this one. Divine paradox. Blood and dirt. Animals and anonymity. No facebook or twitter or instagram. A hush slips through a...
A friend and I manage to find a quiet corner in the middle of a holiday celebration. We share a quick hug and then I ask about a recent loss in her life. She shrugs her shoulders then leans in to...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} I’m tempted to complicate Christmas. It's easy to make it about what I do: about how well I can tie bows, and choose party outfits, and make small talk. About...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} It seems every nativity set comes with a story. Maybe it’s an heirloom full of memories, a special purchase on an outing that brings back a cocoa-scented...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} I recently audaciously and intentionally asked this question: “What gift am I going to give myself this Christmas?” I already have pink fuzzy socks and flannel...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} Confession: I often approach the Christmas season like a project. I want everything to look just like the holiday special I saw on television or the spread...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} Hard news drifts in from the television that's on in the other room as I sit at my desk and try to write. Heartbreaking headlines. Scary statistics....
{my graphics are free goodies for you} I pull the nativity set from the box, releasing it from its blanket of bubble wrap. The pieces are ceramic. Pure white. The donkey is missing half an ear. It...