Lord, Make Me a Ponderer!
Picture this: I’m wrapped in the warm twinkle of our Christmas trees, surrounded by tiny village churches, my mom’s beloved ceramic tree with its colorful little bulbs, and my cherished Nativity sets. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of Maple Sugar Scentsy wax melts, and everything feels just right. I am pondering. And…
God is Really, Really With Us
I’ve become an avid “noticer”. A noticer is one who observes, notices, and pays attention to details — not one like my husband who would notice and identify flaws in home construction or a musical composition and performance (just ask my Staci about how he “noticed” everything — like the sound quality, her word pronunciation,…
Cornish Hens, A Street Sign and Noticing and Pondering
Lately, I’ve seemed to be more of a noticer AND a ponderer than ever before. Both words seem to be encased in the traditions of Christmas. I’m in good company. The shepherds were noticers of the angels who broke the news of their Savior’s birth. The Wise Men were noticers of the star that led…