
It’s that time again. Every year, right after Thanksgiving, I jot down everything I want to get done before Christmas—and then I snort with laught...
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I haven’t written a blog post in several weeks. I wanted to, but every time I sat down to write something, I came up empty. My heart was too heavy a...
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As a child, Good Friday seemed like a complete contradiction. We’d arrive to find our normally bright and welcoming church looming dark and forebodi...
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It happens every year. Once I get going and get my Christmas on, I don’t want it to end. I want to keep shopping and baking and wrapping and most of...
Read MoreLately, I’ve been thinking about what it would have been like to be Mary. I mean, there she was, doing her teenage thing and preparing for her weddi...
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