A Different Kind Of Christmas Let's face it, this Christmas is just going to be different. There is no getting around it. And this is what I am writing about on Candidly Christian today. And in all honesty, I actually wrote this post in October, and then revised it a few days ago, when the [...]
Yes, I am writing about it. The coronavirus. It is one of the big things taking up the spot light in the news. As I write this, there was one confirmed case of the virus at our local hospital, and there have been actions taken to prepare the school system in our town to close for 2 weeks. That is a decision that will probably come in a couple days the latest, but I am guessing they are waiting to see if this thing is going to spread in our town before making a firm decision. As I watch the news, and see what is being posted on social media, it can be really easy to fall into fear about this thing, and I know that so many people are. But before you read more, I want you to consider who or what you go to as your source of truth?
Hoping against hope. Have you ever hoped for something? And I don't mean something little. I mean something that you really wanted. Going even a step further, have you hoped for something that God has promised you? Maybe, the man who will become your husband to walk into your life. The baby that you have [...]
Santa is a struggle at our house. We don't teach our children about the commercialized Santa Clause. However, in the world we live in, Santa is everywhere. So we need to talk about him. The day after Christmas, we were talking about the North Pole, and Charlie told me that Santa lived there. I responded [...]
My husband called me out on it, more than once, I might add. I haven't really been in the Christmas spirit. My nights are usually filled with watching Hallmark Christmas movies, and I can't even get through one with my favorite Hallmark actress, and actor (Torrey Devitto... also known as crazy nanny Carrie, and Chad Michael Murray. Yes I am a One Tree Hill fan). In a way I feel weary...
What lead a grown man to sob uncontrollably in my arms, while saying over and over I want my mommy, I want my mommy? Forgiveness. I met him in Rwanda and walked him through forgiving his mother for leaving him and his siblings in the genocide for her own safety. Years he had held on to the pain, but he was in a place where he wanted to forgive her, and try to reconcile with her as well. Before we get there though...there is something else we need to address.