I bought the book Happier at Home on accident while learning to use my Kindle. In fact, I didn’t even realize that I’d bought the book until a month afterwards, and I didn’t get around to reading it until a year later on a 12 hour plane flight. It struck a chord with me because I believe happiness matters. Of course, real joy that comes from God no matter what I’m going through, but I like the idea that I can proactively invest in my own well-being. [Read more…]
By January, winter time blues can hit me hard. Christmas lights up December with its cheer and celebration. Then January 1st comes, holding the promise of a brand new year. All things look bright, but by mid-Janaury, the cheer of Christmas and the novelty of fresh starts are behind me. Winter looms long and dark ahead of us: 72 days until spring! [Read more…]
Early this December morning after Christmas, I breathed a sigh of relief and wondered, “Did giving three parties in five days mean I’m a certified nut case, or could I just be an obsessive compulsive party lover?” Where did that fit in with my resolve to down size December and take the holidays slower this year?
Really, I loved every minute of it, but this morning while it was still dark outside, I enjoyed a peaceful moment drinking coffee and reading God’s Word by the light of the Christmas tree and candles. I wanted to savor the truth of God coming near to us, reaching into our world through the birth of Jesus Christ in a stable. [Read more…]
One reason I married my husband was his sense of humor. It sounds shallow, but I had a three item list of what I was looking for in a husband: 1. Love for God, 2. Desire to serve God, 3. Sense of humor. Somehow I connected a sense of humor and a good laugh with “living happily ever after.”
It’s proved to be true. My husband has a loud, infectious laugh, and one thing that brings joy and happiness to our marriage is lying in bed at night, talking about old times or funny things, and laughing ourselves silly. [Read more…]
Last night thirty-five women packed into my living room to talk, eat, sing, dance, and dye our palms orange. It was definitely another Middle Eastern moment to remind me that I actually do live here. We celebrated the upcoming marriage of a friend with a traditional henna night. The evening started out as a bridal shower, but at 9:00 the bride-to-be donned a red gown and veil. Friends danced around her with a candle lit henna platter before dying her palms. [Read more…]