Let’s be honest. I am a white, educated, middle class female, married with children.
I have a family. I have a home. I have a job. I have friends. I have…The list is long. And I am extremely grateful for everything on it (Lord, help me remember it each day!)
So there is not really anything that I need that can come in a box or from a store. I am clear on that.
The things I do need include Mercy, Forgiveness, Wholeness, Transformation… this list is long also.
But those are gifts I receive in a million big and little ways all year. From Christ. From those in my life who are being Christ to me. From the experiences and encounters and moments that change me, soothe me, challenge me.
So what does that leave for Christmas list making? Wishes I suppose. Wishes and Dreams and Things.
Because, again I will be honest; I like Things. Pretty, Shiny Things.
I know I don’t need them. But I still like them and if possible, I wouldn’t be opposed to finding any of the following completely frivolous-yet-lovely items under my tree come Christmas morning
I am 36. Time for a leather(ish) jacket.
I am in-love with this one.
Sweet Man and I adore this movie.
We stop and watch it anytime it is on.
I Remember Nothing: and Other Reflections
Oh Nora. Bless.
Oh Nora. Bless.
I want one of these in the kitchen and beside my bed.
But mostly beside my bed.
They are all out of white online but it says that they are still in stock at all of our local Targets. Hint. Hint.
Posey and stiching. What’s not to love?
I cannot believe I do not own my copy of this.
It is just WRONG.