A few days ago as I was in the middle of fixing dinner I turned on my Pandora app and listened to my favorite Christmas station.
As I listened the following lyrics from “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” caught my attention:
“Hail the heav’n born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris’n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
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Where is Mary Poppins when you need her? Somehow this is all I could think as I stood in the doorway of my daughter’s room.
It had only been a few minutes but a few minutes is all it takes for a little girl to turn a room upside down. What I wouldn’t give for a bit of Mary Poppins, spoon-full-of-sugar magic about now?
Alas, the only magic I’m equipped with these days is a dose of holy perspective and a spoonful of grace. The magic, it isn’t
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A few weeks ago, as I was reading in my Bible, I came across Luke, Chapter 9 and the Feeding of the Five Thousand. It’s a story I have read many times but this time I noticed something fresh and new.
In verse twelve the disciples came to Jesus and said, “Send the crowd away to go into the surrounding villages and countryside to find lodging and get provisions, for we are here in a desolate place.” (Luke 9:12, ESV)
A desolate place?
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The other day my little girl, Aletheia, came down the stairs with a very determined look on her face.
“Mommy,” she said. “I have some very bad news for you.”
“Uh-oh,” I said. “What’s that?”
“No more writing group for you! I am putting up a big sign that says, “No Mommies Allowed at Writing Group!”
“What?” I said. “Why would you do that?”
Aletheia looked at me and replied, “It gives me a bad attitude.”
For almost a year now I have been taking one evening each
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