Every Christmas I seem to get bogged down in the details. I think it's because I'm a first-born and I have the incredible sense of responsibility to do things perfectly, from the way I fold the dishtowels to the way I hang the Christmas wreath. When I'm in this state, I don't appreciate and enjoy the wonderous thoughts and reflections of the season. I just go like gangbusters, get exhausted and start feeling unappreciated. O Martha, thy name is Renee. And this is no way to do Christmas. I love the Lord and He is so patient when I Continue Reading
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