In 34 years, I have been lucky enough to have never experienced a “blue Christmas”. I’ve been fortunate to glide through life with only happy, blissful, Hallmark-worthy Christmas seasons…until last year.
All in Faith
In 34 years, I have been lucky enough to have never experienced a “blue Christmas”. I’ve been fortunate to glide through life with only happy, blissful, Hallmark-worthy Christmas seasons…until last year.
When I was about 8 years old, I didn’t know the difference between a Protestant and a prostitute. This is not the start to a dirty joke. It’s just the truth.
Don’t think I haven’t been paying attention. I see you. You, the ones who started taking out the Christmas decorations the moment your door closed on the last trick-or-treater.
A few weeks back, I scheduled some “alone time”. Like totally alone. No kids, no husband, no friends, no strangers.
I think verses like this, without understanding the full context, are a good enough reason for someone like me to put down their Bible and never pick it up again.
I knew I would be different when I moved to our small town. There’s just no way you take a suburbanite from a metropolis of 10 million people, plunk her down in a rural community of 3,000 and not expect her to be a fish out of water.
It was a piece of paper that would follow me around for the next decade. I would have it under a magnet on the refrigerator in some years. For other years, I would know exactly what shoe box it was in, and I would dig out the paper as the hot tears of young motherhood streamed down my face.
Hey God. I’m super scared to give this man food. This is really awkward.
Now, this doesn’t always happen, but at least this time, I felt God respond…
I know you’re thinking – aw, cute, that’s a really obnoxiously touching story about giving money to those in need.
No.
Wrong.
True story - I really hated reading growing up. Like from the time I learned to read until about 22, it was torture. I was (am) a slow reader, so it took me forever to get through books. It was just not fun for me.
I’d like to hunker down and focus a bit – specifically, about the paths we find ourselves on. Each week, you’ll see a new post centered around this topic.
Though I knew my career story would resonate with women in at the dinner, I felt required to talk about joy in God terms. It was a church after all. The only thing was, I had NO idea what God thought about joy. Did the Bible even talk about joy? I was raised on church doctrine, not the Bible, so I didn’t know the answer.
Okay, before we get too far down this blog path, I’ve got to come clean about something. This is like the single mom telling a guy on the third date that she has a kid. And she needs to tell him before they go any further…