Christmas
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There’s a quiet magic in these days leading up to Christmas, in the ordinary moments that feel anything but. I find myself pausing over the little things—my children’s crooked letters on a freshly completed worksheet, the way a first attempt at a poem or a drawing comes out uneven but full of heart, the way…
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Christmas season asks you to slow the frantic machinery. It asks you to step out of the rushing current and stand still long enough to feel your own breath. The world keeps shouting for speed. God whispers for stillness. And the whisper is the only voice that actually feeds you. There’s a strange beauty in…
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Christmas is more than a season; it is a sanctuary. Amid the flicker of candlelight and the melody of carols, we find something sacred—a space to exhale, to reflect, and to rest. At the heart of it all is the quiet miracle of Jesus’s birth, a story that brings with it an unshakable sense of…
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Introspection — what better way to start a week. Question: What would life feel like uninhibited by pain? Brigadoon is a place that is idyllic, unaffected by time, or remote from reality. My Brigadoon is living a life hidden with God. I am tucked away in his kingdom – forever safe. I am not remote from reality but…
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Dear Ones, Christmas is the day the world tells you to be happy. The world is wrapped in red and green, and everyone else is opening gifts, laughing, feeling warmth in their hearts, as if it’s something that can be found under a tree, or in the shimmer of tinsel. But I know Christmas day…