Faith's Findings

It's day after Christmas. There are 363 days until to magic of Christmas Eve. The wrapping and bows have been ripped with joy and excitement.The new possessions have been put away. The pants are fitting a little tighter, and for the most part, the families have dispersed.  And the hum drum of the everyday life is upon us. The decorations must come down. The quiet magic has fled. It's just depressing. Sure, this makes the Christmas freaks, like myself, enjoy and cherish this season more because it is just that--a season. But, what if, just what if Christmas lived in each of us every day of the year? The spirit and magic of the Christmas season, for 2013, is now behind us. I always feel that's there's just something magical about this season. People give more; some smile more; and there's a heightened awareness of family, friends, and humanity in general. During this time, we surround ourselves with "good tidings" of words such as: "Joy," ...

January 11, 2013 If I wrote in a diary every day, today’s entry would read something like this: Today, January 11, 2013, was a day full extreme emotions. I grieved, laughed, cried for joy and grief, but most of all, I lived. I saw life ending, life beginning and life being. I saw life through the eyes of dirty little boys and heard the laughter and mystery of a lioness’ roar. I saw grief in the eyes of a 12 and 7 year old that I love dearly. I saw God’s merciful hand in a single tear drop. I laughed til my head hurt over some kings and queens and good food. I was “mama fefe” until my ovaries literally ache with desire. I was welcomed by a goat of all things. Confessions flowed from tongues and fell on open, prayerful hearts. Tonight, as I reflect on this day, I am exhausted and thankful that today I felt every emotion that I felt. I am thankful that today, I lived. I wept for the memories mercifully taken from the future. I cackled at the yesteryear’s ignorant bliss and today’s...