A Grinch Like Me

It’s not the “Holiday Season;” it’s me. I’m depressed, that is all there is to it. It seems so cliched to be depressed at this time of year. There is nothing I hate worse than being a statistic. Of course, I struggle with depression year-round, but for the past month, I’ve felt like I am... Continue Reading →

Worshiping Christmas

In case there is any doubt, I have many fond memories of Christmas from my childhood. I remember decorating the tree with my sisters, the different ornaments we had, the glow of the lights on the tree when the living room was dark, and the anticipation of learning what was in the boxes underneath. Daddy... Continue Reading →

Gray Hair & Babies

These days, when I look into the mirror, I am noticing more and more gray hairs. They catch the light and glimmer like unwanted decorations on my head. My heart sinks at these reminders of advancing age. What keeps coming to mind is a phrase from a Michael Card song, “gray hair and babies leave... Continue Reading →

They Call Me A Grinch

I’m not ready for the “Holiday Season,” yet it is being thrust upon me again. This year, it began before Halloween, when Christmas planning began at work. I confess, I don’t find joy in the cheesy decorations, the repetitive music, or the endless barrage of food which tempts me toward gluttony. It frustrates me that people think... Continue Reading →

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