I find myself ~ again ~ knees to floor and heart undone, wondering how so much escapes my efforts. I am somehow still shocked, every now and then, by the struggle between flesh and spirit. Regretting a temper quick to…
By Sherma-Jacqueline Felix It never fails, every time I smell paint, I immediately think of Christmas! Whether it’s in July or February, if I smell paint, I immediately think, “CHRISTMAS!” That’s because when I was a little girl growing up in…
By Bonnie Fair You could pretty much say the world is going to hell in a hand basket. Yeah, those words are not the words that tend to capture Christmas and all the trimmings and niceties of the season. Those…
In twenty-two minutes, it will be Christmas again. I stand in the silvered, but tarnished half hidden light of a frozen moon, and wait expectantly. In the full light of the day around half-past morning, my family will arrive, and…
“…and they shall call His name Immanuel,” which translated means, “God with us.” (Matthew 1:23) I don’t know why this touches me so every year, but it does. Immanuel, God with us… the Maker of the heavens and earth with…