As we start this week, let’s focus on just what’s before us. Let’s plan to win this game, this week.
OPD – Obsessive Perfection Disorder. I definitely have it. I self-diagnosed myself yesterday. The house was so quiet. The kids were outside playing. My husband was running errands and I was left with the beautiful sound of my own thoughts. (I rather enjoy that sound from time to time.) While I had this precious time,Continue reading “Obsessive Perfection Disorder”
This year what if instead of writing letters to Santa, we wrote prayers to Jesus. Maybe let’s try writing a Christmas prayer to Jesus. Let’s pour our heart and our belief into it. Let’s have the expectation that His desire is to grant us the petitions of our heart. We could even ask our families to join us. Let’s start a new tradition.
Kids learn fear, self consciousness, and timidity and they turn into us — adults. This year, let’s get back to our truest, boldest, most confidence, bravest selves. Let’s live in our authenticity. Let’s boldly sing our song to the world. Who knows — just maybe they will sing along.
While we are for the fan fare of Santa, the elf scenes and shenanigans, Hallmark Christmas movies, Olaf Paint n Sips with the kids, building gingerbread houses and decorating gingerbread people, we have to remember that this thing is all about Jesus. These things are all just mini celebrations leading up to the biggest birthday party of the year. Celebrate Jesus all month.
Today is a day when you will see ads and tweets about donating to worth charities, giving toys to tots, donating to coat drives and even pleas to give to food banks. All worth while and great places to donate but lately I have been thinking a lot about all the children that go intoContinue reading “Giving Tuesday”
When I stopped, I fully owned that I was drained from the year but I also realized the beauty in my exhaustion and the blessings of this year. I am drained because I went beyond myself this year. I went beyond my selfish nature to bless others, to give outside of myself, and to change lives.
The is no love walk that I have ever taken that reminds me daily in a humbling way of Christ’s love for me than as a foster to adopt parent.
Whether bringing home a 4-day old newborn, or welcoming a 14-year old teenager, that adjustment time is still there. The time is needed to nurture, love, bond, attach and figure it out. I am learning her unsaid needs, what startles her, how she likes to sleep and even her expressions.