Trina Holden 3 Minute Read When I was young, my mom used to take us to art shows. This may sound like a crazy idea to you — venturing out with five kids, age 12 and under, to a tent-city full of pottery, original paintings, fine glass and one-of-a-kind treasures. But she’d started when we were young — cultivating an appreciation for beauty and training us to keep our hands to ourselves — and we loved art show days.
Chantel 3 Minute Read Winter was never my favorite of the seasons, but my family and I eagerly looked forward to the days after Thanksgiving when we would fill our long evenings with baking banana bread and packing up little bags of cheer to share with our neighbors near and far at Christmas time.
The nights were often windy and the cold was good at finding any little crack to creep into, even if you dressed up like a snowman with parkas and mittens and scarves.
Elisabeth Adams 3 Minute Read Have you ever thought about the world Jesus was born into?
Of course, the set-up for His arrival began before the foundation of the world, but we can see precise pieces being set into place decades, and even centuries ahead of time…
Gretchen Louise 2 Minute Read I’m looking forward to getting home, my husband sighed as he stretched in the driver’s seat.
I couldn’t help but agree with a tired but happy, “Me, too.”
We’d just been to visit my family. Back to where I used to call home.
But I’d noticed it even more than usual this time…
Katie 6 Minute Read Blues. Why is loneliness associated with blue? Why not red and green — the colors of the Christmas season that strikes loneliness into the heart of the most contented of singles? It’s a season of gifts, when a lot singles would rather return their ‘gift of singleness’.
Caroline Rose Sanders 4 Minute Read Emma Christine couldn’t have known at that time that she would one day take a ship to Ellis Island to meet her fiancé in New York. She couldn’t have known that they would have many descendants and she couldn’t have known that I would be one of them. Yet here we are, well over a hundred years later, preparing to celebrate her homeland and the traditions she brought to ours.
Caroline Rose Sanders 4 Minute Read My mother was in her chair in the living room, laptop on her lap and stacks of books at her feet when she looked up at me with an expression of desperation.
“I’m too Protestant for this!” she cried.
This year, for the first time, my family is celebrating Advent..
Chantel 3 Minute Read It is the golden days and cool nights that speak of endings — and of new beginnings yet to be seen — that make me stop and look back as I look forward. It is in looking back that I find…
Caroline Rose Sanders 3 Minute Read Over the years, my family has celebrated Thanksgiving in a variety of ways. There was the year that my dad’s job had us commuting back and forth from our home in Central Texas to an apartment in Hartford, Connecticut. We ate turkey sandwiches at a rest stop (and didn’t mind one bit, if I recall)….
Chantel 3 Minute Read There’s a little tradition that happens each November, and I think you should know about it too. It is called GreaThings and it is one of my favorite parts of blogging in November! For the two weeks preceding American Thanksgiving day, a small group of friends join together to take a look over the year…
Chantel 4 Minute Read It is a simple, hard backed journal of greens with the words “each day has a miracle inside of it” printed on the front. It is getting worn on the edges, but its pages are filled with page after page of my life. Its a record of God’s faithfulness in my life, of the way that He has led, and a map of the road I traveled from there to here. It’s my Ebenezer…
Elisabeth Adams 2 Minute Read It’s Epiphany today: the feast of the three kings, the three sages, the three very wise men. They arrived late on the scene — some say two years — when Jesus was no longer described as a baby, but a young child; staying not in a stable, but a house. The point is: they showed…
The End.
The End.