It occurred to me the other day, as I was driving (to where I don’t remember), life feels more pleasant during the Christmas season because people are on similar pages with one another. Everyone is looking forward to a party, a concert, a family get-together … something. We all have
The Christmas season is a time filled with waiting. We wait for family members to come home; we wait for a big event like a party or a concert; we wait for the mail to come anticipating cards and entertaining annual letters; we wait for that special cookie or Christmas
Our Christmas lights are up! They’ve been up for weeks, and I confess we turned them on before Thanksgiving. Christmas lights are so festive; I love driving through various neighborhoods and seeing the different displays. I’m always so impressed when someone goes to all the work of setting their lights
Warning: Thanksgiving is this Thursday. I hope you’ve already begun to thaw your turkey in the refrigerator as recommended. One year, I experienced beginning Thanksgiving day with a frozen bird, and it is not a good thing. Thanksgiving is a food holiday in our house. We gather and we enjoy
I went exploring last week. I was privileged to attend a church conference with my sweet Pastor husband in North Carolina, so I took advantage of the opportunity to discover a new place. Gleefully, I pulled my honey along on a history scavenger hunt in Asheville. Asheville has an Urban
Fall has been my favorite time of year for as long as I can remember. I love the chill in the air and the change of the leaves. I wonder in awe as the trees change from green, green, green to yellow, red, orange and rust. Fall is now bittersweet;
Several years ago, my sweet Pastor husband let me choose a car that was just for me. We had paid off his truck and it was time to replace our other vehicle. Prior to truck ownership we had owned a small SUV and that’s what I wanted. I liked how
Confession time: I don’t like to be trapped. Both my sweet Pastor husband and my son like to pin me down or corner me in a small space. It freaks me out, and my response amuses them to no end. My husband will even grip my wrist and hold it,
Satan tried to pull one over on me last week. He was working overtime to lead me into discouragement and discontentment. That sneaky devil put up a strong fight, and I still feel a bit scarred from the encounter. I didn’t recognize I was in a battle till close to
Fall is my favorite time of the year. I love the changing colors and dream of being able to spend days upon days in New England soaking up the beauty. I believe pumpkins should cover (and I do mean cover) my front porch, along with a scarecrow or two. Sweaters
