Hope Believes at Christmas
Somewhere in my memory cache lie Victorian homes with sparkly Christmas trees, happy families and the smell of gingerbread baking in the oven.
Somewhere in my memory cache lie Victorian homes with sparkly Christmas trees, happy families and the smell of gingerbread baking in the oven.
How can we make Christmas simpler and thus more enjoyable?
How can we find direction for the seasons of life by watching the autumn dance?
How can we reach deeper than the usual “thank you’s?” What does a heart of gratitude really feel like?
How is it that women connect so well – it only take a few minutes sharing broken hearts and our beloved children.
How can we be certain God will keep his promises? Because of the credibility of his identity.
How can we find that place of inner rest and personal sabbatical? How important are those personal boundaries?
To live within the balance of holy indifference, we don’t really care about the outcome of a decision. We just trust God.
Perhaps the answer to “When, God, when” is wrapped around the positives of each day. How can we find our destinies within the search?
Can we find some plausible answers for the Why question?