I've always thought my mom was/is the most beautiful woman in the world. Like most young girls, I'd sit and watch her put on makeup and grin when she winked or made a silly face at me in the mirror. There was no Disney princess or celebrity prettier than the woman who gave me my smile. That's why it always made me so happy to hear people say that I looked like her. You just like your mama, so pretty . That was always my favorite compliment to receive. Even if the person only said, You look just like your mama, it was still a compliment of the highest regard to my little ears and heart. I used to practice smiling like her in the mirror, only showing my top row of teeth and squinting my eyes just a bit. I wanted to get it right. When I got older, my fascination with her grew more mature, I guess, because I started trying to imitate other things about her. I decided that I liked her handwriting, so I practiced mine so our cursive i's and s's matched. I p...
This past week, in worship, it occurred to me that while I've always celebrated Christmas for the sake of Christ, I've never really thought just how intense this celebration ought to be. It's hard to appreciate having something without ever knowing life without it. I started thinking about my life before I acknowledged/recognized/loved the presence of God and I got a little emotional. Without Jesus's death and resurrection, I'm sure I wouldn't be here. I believe that his death and resurrection has not only saved souls, but has also saved lives, given motivation to pray/fast/worship/love/prepare. Where would my parents and grandparents and great-grandparents have been without his death and resurrection? This year, I'm celebrating the miracle birth of Jesus the Christ because God didn't send him to give us something to do in the winter. He sent him because there were needs that could never be met with lights and snow. There were hungers that could neve...