God knows we fail and gives us another chance, in Advent and in Confession.

It’s the third week of Advent, and Christmas—which seemed so far off just a few weeks ago—is looming large.

We were invited to wear ugly Christmas sweaters to a work meeting, and somehow I realized I didn’t own a Christmas sweater.

’Tis the season for Christmas treats, Christmas parties, and Christmas caroling. So why not wrap them all into one delectable, delightful experience?

Nine years ago today we met our older son. The past nine years have been the blink of an eye and yet forever, all at the same time.

The weeks leading up to Christmas are their own gift, offering a time for us to ready our hearts and consider the enormity of the real miracle of Christmas.

Advent simply nudges us to make space in our lives for Jesus. It assures us that the Son of God is coming.

December starts tomorrow, so bring on train season! Actually, it’s always train season around here because we are a toy train family.

We’re losing power for most of the day tomorrow. I know we’ll lose most of the food in our fridge, so we’ve been eating and eating—but we’ve barely made a dent.

~1~ Despite all my worry that the frozen turkey wouldn’t thaw in time, it thawed beautifully, and it cooked up even more perfectly. I watched my father pull it out of the oven, and it was gorgeous—and delicious. Everything tasted so good this year—my mother’s carrots and onions casserole, the mashed potatoes and gravy, the […]