In these times, I have to trust that God actually does see me. That he actually does care for the big and little parts of my heart. That he created me for a purpose and that he knows me better than I even know myself.
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“Celebrating Advent means being able to wait. Waiting in an art that our impatient age has forgotten. It was to break open the ripe fruit when it has hardly finished planting the shoot. But all too often the greedy eyes are only deceived; the fruit that seemed so precious is still green on the inside, and disrespectful hands ungratefully toss aside what has so disappointed them.
Whoever does not know the austere blessedness of waiting — that is, of hopefully doing without — will never experience the full blessing of fulfillment.” (Dietrich Bonhoeffer, God is in the Manger)
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When I had the chance to partner again with Hallmark, I knew who I wanted to buy a Christmas gift for — my son’s teacher.
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You know that holiday to-do list that’s already creeping up on you? That ever-changing checklist chockfull of good things that can start to not feel so, well…good?
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I’ve taken a bit of a blogging break here in December. I’ve been fingerpainting Christmas trees and frosting snowman cookies and experiencing advent through the eyes of two little ones, and it’s been so very merry.
But I just wanted to take a little minute, in the midst of tinsel and twinkling lights, to wish you the merriest of Christmases.
“Out of the waiting, hoping, longing world, a world will come in which the promise is given. All crying will be stilled. No tears shall flow. No lonely sorrow shall afflict us anymore, or threaten.”
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I’ll leave you with Amena Brown and Ann Voskamp’s powerful video, “Advent Lament, Brave Merry Christmas.”
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I’ve been sneaking in front of the tree, hot coffee in hand, with Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s Advent devotional. Five minutes of peace? Joy to the world.
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I appreciate that it allows the machine to brew coffee through a filter, cutting down on plastic waste and that chemical taste (ew!) that sometimes happens with plastic cups. (And, these soft pods are BPA free and polystyrene free!)
Cameron’s Coffee is actually running a pretty fun campaign right now to spread the word about their line of single serve coffees (which are sold in packages of 12 for around $7.99, but I snagged some at a local grocery store for $5.99!).
I'm a full-time journalist turned work-at-home editor. I'm hitched to a shaggy-haired pastor and we're smitten with two wild + crazy boys: Joseph (5) and Asher (2). We're in the adoption process for a special needs little one and we're also expecting in April 2016. I drink strong coffee, I like pretty things, and I believe there's beauty in the broken. I hope this little space will encourage you to find worth and live a story worth sharing. Join me?