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
December 24, 2009 By
Scroogilla Meets Silent Night
My husband, who loves everything Christmas, has patiently dubbed me Scroogilla. I usually have so much to do preceding Christmas that when it comes, it seems like a huge monster waiting to be dealt with and conquered. Merry ChristmasSo it’s Christmas Eve and here I am again, Scroogilla Meets Godzilla. Today will be busy – my sister wants me to make Italian Casatta cake for our family Christmas dinner. I only have one present. My wreaths are still waiting patiently to be hung up, and although the Christmas cards are addressed, they need to Continue Reading
December 24, 2008 By
Your Christmas Present Will Become Your Christmas Past
My Christmas present was filled with hurt and an uncertain future. On the outside, it looked like a normal present, wrapped in a respectable bow, and put in a familiar setting. Nice Christian marriage, newborn baby, and the outside of the box looked oh-so-great. The secret was inside the box, waiting to be unwrapped: My marriage was ending, my child’s future was uncertain, my heart was shattered. That was my Christmas present twenty seven years ago. (Skip the math, OK? :) That’ll be your Christmas present to me. ) Christmas Present Continue Reading
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