I stared into the mirror. Tired eyes were staring back at me. No amount of concealer could hide the dark circles under those eyes. Not even the expensive kind. It had been a long day, and I was ready to rest. I could feel the fatigue in my bones, and my face wasn’t hiding it.
This past month, I had the opportunity to vacation/survive in India. It was our first time going as a family of four. My husband and I went 15 years ago, a few months after we were married, to meet the extended family. This time, we were going with our kids, and planned several stops within
I don’t know about you, but I don’t particularly care to look at myself in the mirror. I see my imperfections … every single one of them … and I feel unhappy. Yet, seeing those flaws helps me decide how to address them. When I saw my first gray hair, for example, I just yanked
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
