The little girl in the lavender dress caught my eye in church last Sunday. She was nestled in the strong arms of one of our church members during worship, and I watched her until the lavender she wore stirred up a memory. I knew that dress! My mind flashed back to the days when my own little girl wore the dress. Her aunt had given it to us years ago. After my daughter had outgrown it, it hung in our closet for way too long. Not until recently had I found it and happily passed it on to the girl’s family. As the girl kept herself busy with her juice cup, I found myself thinking that the dress looked way better on her than it did hanging in our closet... Click here to read more... _ I came across a cute country sign today that featured Santa in his long red coat holding a small Christmas tree. Printed across the top was the simple message, “Believe.” I’ve seen signs like this before and wondered about the message. You know what I’m talking about – those of you who really know the truth about Santa Claus. Believe in what? A generous man who lived far away, a long time ago and gave kids presents? The truth is, I've always leveled with my kids about the man in the red suit... Click here to read more ... Our painter gave me a strange look the other day when I made my request. He was in the process of putting primer on our walls when I told him I wanted to write some scriptures on them before he covered them with paint. I’m sure he thought I was a bit crazy. Why write something only to cover it up? But, well, writing scriptures on unpainted walls is kind of a tradition for me... Click here to read more ... On Saturday night, I sat down with my family and a nice cup of tea to watch my first Christmas movie of the season. I had seen an ad for the movie on a Christian website that I frequent, and when a friend later pointed me to it, telling me she knew the screenwriter, well, I knew the film was a must see... Click here to read more ... When I walked into the stranger’s house, the religious images on his wall caught my eye and drew me in. There was Jesus at the last supper, the grief-stricken Mary being comforted by friends, a beautiful print of the Ten Commandments and also an assortment of crucifixes. There were eleven images to be exact. And they were all on one wall. Right away I jumped to a presumptuous conclusion: The man was a Christian. I mean with all that stuff on his wall and the big Holy Bible sitting on the stand, he had to be right? Boy, was I wrong... Click here to read more... |
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