Dear reader, Christmas is almost upon us. I'm looking forward to celebrating and resting with my girls, Joel and with our families. Thank you for your continued support and encouragement this year. I am thankful for each one of you. I write for the help and hope of
Dear Momma, Do you know that Christmas is for you too? As you plan the things and string the lights and wipe the noses and kiss the owies? Do you know that He came for you too? As you arrange their advent activities — the ones that remind them daily that
One year, four girls, four completely different people. While they all contribute to the drama, the fridge artwork and the food and toothpaste consumption, they all couldn’t be more different. This is a source of joy and trial, mind you. And when I (Rachel) got a book to help
Rugged wood, Little body laid. Soft the skin And rough the place. Rugged wood, His hand on lathe. Satin finish from splinters pain. Rugged wood, His pierced form. Soft the sigh But strong the cry. Rugged wood, The table spread. Soft the gasp, The stranger gone. Rugged wood, Crackled warm.
He once in rugged manger laid, God so quiet and so still. He once stepped in the world He’d made. God, a baby, manager filled. He once soft sighed and snuggled close, God with us, our Immanuel. He once was carried, who we need most God with us once