Christmas is always a conflicted season for me. It a time I think a lot about death, actually. Every year when we pull out the Christmas stuff, out come all the memories.
Seriously I don't think any of us saw 2020 coming. But when I think back on this past year, I realize I get to choose where the story goes.
Love. A profound mystery. Because something that is the very definition of God cannot be summed up in words. So it's our job to define Love for the world.
Joy in 2020 seems like an oxymoron, right? But thankfully joy doesn't mean the absence of suck. Because this year has had a lot of suck.
The execution of Brandon Bernard was not just the execution of a man. This was the execution of hope. The execution of redemption.
Failing well is an art. I know that because I don’t do it very well. I’m trying to teach my kids how to fail well but I can’t teach them something I don’t know myself. So we are all learning together.
"There is peace in the waiting. A sacred beauty in creating the pause." Peace is the focus of week two of Advent.
Is there anything we need more this year than hope? I seriously doubt it. Today we begin observing Advent, and this week we focus on hope.
Eight months into this pandemic, we're on the doorstep of the holidays, and I'm exhausted. All the resiliency and adjustment that 2020 has asked of me ... I'm so over it.