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