Daddy’s car died on that freezing winter day as we headed to the first Christmas in his new house.
He said we’d have to walk the rest of the way. I was frightened, afraid to fall on the ice. He carried my sister but couldn’t carry me and stay balanced. He took my hand and we began walking, watching every step.
The heart of my childhood Christmas memories lies in the church.
Like all students at my Lutheran school, I participated in the annual Christmas program.
My constant source of Christmas happiness came from my grandparents’ home.
As a child of divorce, Christmas often came with feelings of sorrow. Holiday celebrations were divided between several different places and often felt chaotic and stressful.
But the celebration at Grandpa and Grandma’s house was a constant over the years, a source of happiness and contentment. A guarantee of good times.
How do you speak life to your family? Here’s encouragement for you.
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As I prepared to write this post, Toby Mac’s “Speak Life” played on the radio.
His bright song reminds me to use my words to uplift others from negativity.
In my time of crisis, words of encouragement from close friends were precious jewels I hid in my heart’s treasure chest.
