From December, 2013

Merry Christmas Eve!

Packing, wrapping, and travel these are all traditions we may or may not love about the holidays.  Christmas at home, has a quintessential holiday feel about it.  The road trip to get there can be an adventure. After Jared and I first wed we moved 2 states away from the NW.  Southern California was our new home.  Yet somehow when it came to time to celebrate Christmas we couldn’t stay south.  We fueled up the red jetta grabbed food from our poor college stocked fridge and headed north.  We were merry and bright with the anticipation and joy of seeing…

Light

The last 10 days has had me reading more.  The most catching has been a wonderful article in Vogue “The Long Road Back” in the December edition.  The above sketch was inspired by the words “go where the light is” because that leads us to Christ.  Wisemen followed light to meet the King.  Shepherds in a field at the dark of night were sent messengers of light telling of a Savior.  Rather than just gaze at the light they followed, they chose to walk after it.  Both major unearthly, unnatural demonstrations led them to the same place.  Where? …a humble…

The original Christmas List.

    The Original Christmas List A house run well has errand lists, grocery lists, gift lists, wish lists, a Christmas mailing list, and the need to jot things down does not end. I wonder, have I forgot anything? Perhaps I’ll make a short list of things to not forget. In the writings of Matthew first off is a list of men from Abraham to David to Christ. The men listed (who in lust or love) had sons born for God’s purpose. Sons who begot sons 14 generations over and then 14 more. Names known not by any other way…

December

 And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them. (Luke 2:20 ESV) I have been cooking some wonderful family soups and meals of late.  I had an extraction of tooth 19 and with it came a change of pace.  I have had to rest my way into December, talk less, attend less.   It made me realize how full our lives can become, without room.  We find our schedules crammed to the brink akin to the inns of Bethlehem. You’ve heard it before, bear with me as I…