Every email to my children’s teachers the first three weeks of quarantine began with an apology.
Our family likes to celebrate and decorate for just about every holiday.
Starting on November 1, we take turns writing one thing we are each thankful for in a black Sharpie marker on our pumpkin. This designated pumpkin sits in the center of our dinner table throughout the month of November. It always brings joy and quite a bit of laughter to hear what our boys are thinking about or to see what they quietly and sneakily write on the pumpkin.
I want to give my children gifts, but I don’t want them to confuse the fun of getting stuff with real joy.
I have taken a break from the myth of my own indispensability.
We want to give our children the world! So often what we end up giving them is continued complicity in the world’s model of desire and scarcity. Our faith teaches something better.
Advent is the beginning of church year, which means late November is the end: a good time to focus on the past year’s gifts.
This end-of-year sprint is familiar territory for all of us. And still, every year it rolls around and surprises us.
When we give thanks to God for our blessings, we recognize their true source.
It didn’t exist a year ago. But today, it is a real ministry just beginning to bear fruit.