Last night we wandered through Road to Bethlehem and it felt like stepping into a story that’s been waiting for us. Read more

December has a way of rushing in like an excited guest — arms full of lights and lists and half-baked intentions. Some years it feels like I’m swept along in its momentum; other years, like this one, I find myself paying attention to the quiet corners instead. Read more

Sometimes I forget how much my soul leans toward recognition — not applause, not performance, but the gentle awareness that who I am matters... Read more

Santa has his shiny red sleigh, and we have our shiny red sweetie... Read more

I have a secret: even though I’m fully grown, I still run for the swings when children aren’t watching. I let myself swing with wild abandon — feet soaring, arms loose, heart light... Read more

Before Elf on the Shelf was a thing, we had Jingle... Read more