To Grandmother’s House We Go
Now that I am a mother and am building my own Christmas traditions, I look back and know that all the small things matter.
Now that I am a mother and am building my own Christmas traditions, I look back and know that all the small things matter.
I allowed my fingers to trace her name. This woman was an important person in the history of our faith, and up until this morning, I had never heard of her.
They were the first to give Christmas gifts. Being wise, their gifts were doubtless wise ones. And here I have told you the story of two children who were not wise.
“I am the Ghost of Christmas Present,” said the Spirit. “Look upon me!”
What we don’t realize is that, oftentimes, we become victims of financial slavery in this process, heaping on loads of debt and worry.
In Advent, we remember. We retell the very same story every year because there isn’t a better story to tell. The gospel is the greatest story ever told.
I knew going into publication there would be a price to pay for entering into consumerism. In exchange for a broad audience, I opened myself—and my creative work—to everything that came with the book publishing market.
Fricke’s goal to highlight hidden battles and the struggle to open up was effortlessly achieved. Ultimately, the sense that we are all Amy in our own ways grew on me.
