God gives gifts and I give thanks and I unwrap the gift given: joy.

The message of Christmas is not that we can make peace. Or that we can make love, make light, make gifts, or make this world save itself. The message of Christmas is that this world’s a mess and we can never save ourselves from ourselves and we need a Messiah.

The joy of the Lord is your strength and the person of Christ is your unassailable joy - and the battle for joy is nothing less than fighting the good fight of faith.

And when I give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grow within me.

Motherhood is a hallowed place because children aren’t commonplace. Co-laboring over the sculpting of souls is a sacred vocation, a humbling privilege. Never forget.

Real Love truthfully sees the flaws - and still really loves fully.

In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear.