{Such a twirly skirt!}
I love sunny Saturdays where I am happy from the moment I wake up, happily embracing the day before I’ve even had a sip of tea. Does my heart so much good. Sunshine doesn’t hurt one bit either!
Christmas is nearly here. Every year it fills me with wonder that the God of the heavens and earth saw fit to stoop on bended knee, to understand the human plight, to give us Jesus at Christmas time and all the year through. You see God didn’t want to play puppet-master with us, to throw us into despair on this lowly planet for his own entertainment. He created us with intent and love. He had purpose. And He didn’t leave us here alone. He sent His son so we can know that He does understand. He has walked these streets, seen these broken people here and He has touched them with His own hands.
He can touch us, too.
If your heart is a little bit broken this Christmas, be it from divorce or death, be it from stress or illness, let the babe in the manger touch you.
This is a season of being on our own bended knee, with our hearts, thoughts, and lives laid at the manger like gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. And Jesus offers back life everlasting. Love eternal.
May you receive those gifts this Christmastime.
For God so loved the world, that He gave His one and only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send the Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.
John 3:16, 17
Last night, on the first day of winter, the shortest day of the year, the real turning point in the seasons, my small family celebrated Christmas. My brother and sister-in-law are heading over to see her family this Christmas, so we celebrated early.
There were presents and eggnog; Swedish meatballs and boiled potatoes; there was music and snuggling with the dog and a pretend Rockette performance by yours truly.
My brother, sis-in-law and I presented a “Dramatic Reading” (more like a comedic reading) of our own version of “The Night Before Christmas.” We read the Christmas story, and my brother sang a song about Lutefisk. We are Scandinavian, after all 🙂
I made a Washi tape Christmas tree, because I’m that hipster/poor/live in an apartment.
What do you think of the chambray shirt under the dress? I wanted to wear my gray polka-dot tights and gray heels, but I couldn’t find the tights anywhere! So the black had to suffice.
Happy Christmas Weekend, my friends. Travel safe, take heart, and enjoy!
I love that you celebrate your Scandinavian heritage!! It's very heartwarming and I love catching a glimpse of your traditions! 😉 I also am dying to ask: where did you get those shoes?!?! I love them so much!! And one more thing: thank you so much for posting about the true reason for season! 😉 we always try to maintain Christ as our focus, too–all year round, of course, but especially for the holidays!! 😉 –Jessika, CA
Hi again Jessika! The Scandinavian traditions are so much fun. Lefse, potato sausage, rice pudding, and pickled herring on the menu for actual Christmas 🙂 The shoes are Charlotte Russe via the thrift store a year or two ago…aren't they fun?!
So cute! I am breaking out my polka dot tights tonight too! Merry Christmas 🙂
Loooooove. You're so talented.