Not making room for Jesus at Christmas is like throwing the ultimate themed birthday party but then forgetting about the birthday boy. Time for a change! Continue reading
My birthday was last Thursday. And I was determined to have a pity party. I had my game face on during morning coffee with my husband, but as soon as I kissed him goodbye for work and shut the door behind him, the tears came quickly. He hadn’t even pulled out of the driveway yet and I was a sobbing mess. I prayed he hadn’t forgotten something in the house. Continue reading