“Be cheerful no matter what; pray all the time; thank God no matter what happens.” I Thess 5:16-18 (MSG) What? I’m supposed to go around with a happy face pasted on? Days when our loved ones’ mental illness is causing great distress for everyone, it is hard to even think about cheerful. Hallucinations, violent outburst, or
It’s December 25. Traditionally the day we celebrate the birth of Jesus, our Savior. Yet here I am at my desk conducting business as usual. It’s not really a bah, humbug attitude. It’s not that I don’t want to celebrate. Or can’t let go of work long enough to celebrate. We aren’t a family that
I’m happy to be part of Life of a Homeschool Mom holiday posts, ABCs of Homeschooling through the Holidays. Each day guest bloggers share tips, hints, and encouragement based on a letter of the alphabet. How often are you asked “Are you ready for Christmas?” Or read an article “Easy Peasy Preparations for the Holidays?”
Today I encountered another “panhandler” on the corner of a busy intersection. As is my habit, I grabbed some bills out of a container on my console and handed them to the man. Each time I hear in my internal ear, “He’s only going to use it for drugs or booze.” Quiet down internal ear.
Tomorrow is Saturday and it’s a big event day in our little community. Garage Sales! Yep, like others I’ll start out early with my cup of coffee and bag of change to find those great treasures that is someone else’s trash.Believe it or not, I head out with a list. Books, fabric, and nuts and
Each year, at this time, we lament the commercialism of the Holy Season. But what do most of us (and I mean us, including myself) do about it? We go ahead and purchase to our limit with little caveats that make us feel good. You know what I mean: buying from local hometown businesses rather
It’s that time of year again. You know . . . visions of sugar plums and all that. Days filled with family gatherings, warm fires, singing of carols, and bah humbug. Don’t get me wrong. I do enjoy the holidays. Even more now that the pressure of Sunday School plays and my mother’s critique of