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.
As we move into gifting season, be mindful not to simply scratch off people’s gifts like to-dos on a grocery list. Select thoughtful gifts. Gifts that speak to your loved ones truest selves. Give (gift) from your heart ❤ as Christ gave from his. Christmas is about love and love is kind and thoughtful.
Not one of us was born without a gift to give the world. What is your gift? What gift will you share with world during this time?
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.
Lately I have been writing about my journey as a mom of a teenage daughter but today as I wanted to take a little time to remember my first two daughters — Madisyn and Sariyah — who I loved but really never knew. Today mark’s the start of Pregnancy Loss Month. On September 23, 2013,Continue reading “Taking Time to Remember”
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.