Crying Christmas

I wrote a couple of months ago about feeling broken at Christmas.  My words proved truer than I had anticipated.  My husband found me Christmas morning, after our breakfast of green frosted cinnamon rolls sprinkled with red sugar, after our gifts, after checking Santa’s cookie plate and his milk bottle, after seeing how the reindeer … Continue reading Crying Christmas

I make banana bread because I can’t sleep.

Sleep is again not mine to have.  Falling asleep is usually not difficult, but staying asleep is.  When my children wake up to banana bread, it’s usually because I woke up at 3 or 4 am.  If I wasn’t awake with several hours to go before anyone else wakes up, dog included, my kids wouldn’t … Continue reading I make banana bread because I can’t sleep.

The longest night, a week from tomorrow.

Romans 8:26 The Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit intercedes for us through wordless groans. I attended my first “blue Christmas” service a couple of years back. I wasn’t a member at our church yet, and I didn’t know what this special … Continue reading The longest night, a week from tomorrow.