Author: daylerogers
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A Moo Moo Here, A Moo Moo There
I was at the grocery store the other day, and I got to chatting with the young woman at the cash register. She couldn’t have been more than eighteen, and she had a gift for conversation, so she began asking me about Christmas. She could hardly contain her excitement about the festivities and presents. And…
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Small Things
The family is slowly starting to arrive back home for Christmas. My youngest just got home from college, and with her came an increased decibel level that can only be attributed to a soccer player who is used to screaming on a field of play. Between her and the four grandkids, it often sounds like…
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Christmas Brain
I confess. I have Christmas brain. I wasn’t looking to acquire it this year, but there it is. Glitzed up, lit up, over-the-top buy-in of the cultural Christmas norm. All I wanted was the gracious appreciation of the wonder of the season, the “all is calm, all is bright” beauty of the sweet and simple…
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The Lightless Christmas Tree
There’s something wonderfully calming and restorative about the Advent season, the time of waiting for the Promise, the time of anticipation of great celebration. We’ve enjoyed the fun of decorating the tree and house for Christmas–mostly. Like most everything else in my life, I haven’t finished doing it yet. I’ve got great ideas of what…
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Missing the Forest for the Christmas Tree
You’ve got to love the whirly, twirly craziness of the Christmas holidays. After an opportunity to reflect on what I’m truly thankful for, I slip and slide my way into preparations for Christmas, wanting to do it all. Big. See that tree and that tiny hand sticking out on the side? That’s me behind the…
Tip of My Iceberg 