Life of Eucharisteo

The words spilled out before I knew what was happening. They spilled out like a jar of marbles scattering everywhere. Spilled from my jar. The one I keep inside for just such words. Christmas started out much like it always does for my brood. The day AFTER Thanksgiving starts our Christmas season. We collect our 15 year old tree from the box in the barn. We pull out all the ornaments and reminisce over each and every one. We bake cookies. We listen to Christmas carols for 31 days straight, and we celebrate the birth of our King. Every year I watch my girls revel in all things Christmas, and every year I share in their joy. But for me, it always tastes bittersweet. You see since her first Christmas, I’ve felt like a big fat liar. I’ve done a great job at stuffing it. Stuffing the big secret into my jar and feeding into the fantasy. Why not? I lived it. It was fun. It was magical. It was what dreams were made of and I wanted her to experience the joy of Christmas. At least ...

　 Last week I was floundering. I dedicated two posts to the acts of indecision and discontentment . I was spending far to much of my emotional energy on these feelings. Apparently God thought so too. My girls and I came to Pennsylvania this summer to be with our #1 man. Let me just say that the transition from South Alabama to PA was like going from Earth to Jupiter. ( I might be exaggerating...just a little )  Just when I was feeling a little like I’d moved out of my skin, God sent the most wonderfully wise woman to deliver a message to my heart.  The very moment I needed it most, I opened my inbox and read this…. 　 The words flew through my head as I read your post: "Be still and know that I am God". Sometimes that is our assignment: to just be still and be aware - nothing else. Your ministry is not in a pause phase just because you are not in your usual place doing the things you do so beautifully. Your ministry continues even while...

Hello out there! Anybody else out there fighting for their family? I’m in the fight, and right now I’m feeling pretty battered. I have a confession. For a while now, I’ve been focusing on MY time with God. I’VE been spending time with God. Time in His Word. Reading, praying, and communing. Your probably saying, “Yeah, so what’s wrong with that?” Well, the thing is, while I’ve been getting MYSELF in the Word, I’ve let our families devotion time go lacking. Ok, I’m being honest here, so I’ll just lay it out there and tell you that it’s been over a year since I’ve sat down and had a devotion with my girls. Man, that sounds a whole lot worse in print. I’ve talked to God about this and He is showing me how to reclaim family devotions….how to fight for my family. So we started last night. I had my devotion all ready. I even printed out a color sheet for little bit so that she could follow along. I got them all rounded up and ready. I started by apologizing to them for not up...