Sometimes our blessings don’t look like blessings. A toddler throwing a tantrum. A long commute to work. A pile of laundry. A to-do list that seems never ending. Multiple shoes left by the door instead of the closet where they belong. (Okay – that one was personal). A toilet seat that is up. (Okay –
Two months ago when my husband was laid off, a precious friend told me to keep my eyes open for the blessings in this unexpected season. My internal response was, “Blessings?” All I could seem to focus on was my list of worries. I mean, it’s a struggle to see anything to be grateful for
“I love children.” Not a statement you would expect to hear from another passenger as you struggle to keep three kids from making a scene on the plane you’re on. But that’s exactly what the kind, elderly gentleman told me as he was waiting in line to disembark the plane once we landed. For the
Carriers of His Presence
Now that the wrapping paper has been picked up and the dishes have all been washed, I have had a moment to pause and reflect on the memories created this Christmas season. Our families are
