Be Brilliant: 3 Ways to Wonder Again

Be Brilliant: 3 Ways to Wonder Again

What makes you wonder – stand in awe, be dumbfounded, or feel amazed? What makes you marvel?

Like the look of a child’s face on Christmas morning. Eyes bright. Hearts pounding. Mouth gaping. Hands eager. Feet jumping. Full of life, love and wonder.

I think it’s hard, while adulting, to feel wonder.

With undone to-dos. Unpaid bills. Growing inboxes. Piles of laundry. Tracking the who-what-where-when-and hows of Whoville. Trips to the ER. (Well maybe that’s just us. Thing two, seriously, just had stitches sewn over the scar from last year’s playground accident 8 days ago because Mommy initiated a tickle fest on the stairwell. Insert big eye emoji and a mom fail. Check.)

But I don’t want this Christmas season to pass me by without capturing a sense of wonder in the depths of my heart. I want to stop and soak in the twinkling lights, the smiles of my children and the sweetness of my Savior. The One who gave up all of Heaven to come and dwell among us.

So what are three ways to wonder again? Continue reading

3 Exercises to Grow in Gratitude

3 Exercises to Grow in Gratitude

Newsflash Erin –  Thanksgiving is past. But before you look the other way I have a question for you… 

Have you ever felt like the Christmas season has surfaced unrealized hopes, unmet expectations, and unrelenting comparisons?

They have for me.

Images of perfectly behaved children in matching Gymboree attire dance in my head. Hopes of a Hallmark holiday for friends and family capture my heart. Dreams of baking something that looks like the picture fixates my hands. The compare snare seems to work overtime in this month, snatching away my heart of thanks-living.Continue reading

Sacred Moments Surrounded by Dirty Dishes

On one of the first mornings of December we weren’t running every which way, I found myself dancing in my kitchen surrounded by dirty dishes. Breakfast preparations still out. Mounting dishes from previous meals. An abundance of hosting items that had no room on my shelves. Last night’s make up still etched on my face and a myriad of pressing seasonal preparations to engage in.

But with my 9 month old and 2 year old in my arms a sacred moment it became.Continue reading