Christmas (is coming to town)
Snow is falling down
Christmas is finally coming to town
Lights shine so bright every night
We sing along to our favourite Christmas song
Christmas is all about sharing and caring
Giving without expecting
It's about bringing people together
More than ever
Giving them something to believe
Christmas is finally here
A time that is most dear
To each one of us
We are jumping up and down
'Cos Christmas is finally coming to town
It's like putting a show full of clowns
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What's your favorite film by Alejandro Iñárritu?
• Directed by: Alejandro González Iñárritu
• Written by: Alejandro González Iñárritu
• Cinematography by: Emmanuel Lubezki
• Did you know?
The movie was largely shot inside Broadway's St. James Theatre. Michael Keaton and the rest of the cast had to adapt to Alejandro G. Iñárritu's rigorous shooting style, which required them to perform up to fifteen pages of dialogue at a time while hitting precisely choreographed marks.
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he makes me feel like the otherworldly creature i am. 🖤
Day 2 of #bawritinglife : workspace! I almost always write in our little study. The sewing lamp is great for when I stumble in there before the sun comes up. Miss Biscuit is usually kicked out but she felt strongly about being featured in this shot. #writersofinstagram
Do not be consumed this Christmas season with receiving gifts.
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Instead, be convicted by a desire to become light.
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Become light in a city overshadowed by the darkness of lust and greed; become light in a nation weighed down by a history of vanity and pride; become light in a world lost in the valley of despair and hopelessness, a world desperately in need of God's saving grace. #thoughts#reflection#faith
Words Unspoken in Oregon: I am always incredibly happy to see where my book-babies end up...But I do have a dose of extra appreciation for all of you getting the signed copies and offering them such beautiful homes to settle in! Thank you so much for this photo @alopez1547 😘
"You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart." (Jeremiah 29:13)
This is truly one of my absolute favorite verses. I find it to be one of the most comforting promise throughout Scripture, that if we seek Him, He will be found.
I praise Him for His faithfulness and kindness, be it in the mountain tops of life or walking through the valleys along the way. Have a wonderful week, sweet friends. He is faithful!
I have my parents to thank for giving me some truly beautiful Christmases. When I stop to consider my acute fondness for December, I realize it stems from the firm roots that were planted years ago.
Banisters wrapped in curtsies of pine.
Windows spackled with faux snow.
Hanging lights outside at night, our fingers stiff and numb, our hearts full of wonder.
My tiny self, adorned in a red silken nightdress, overlaid with a sheer draping that might have been chiffon or perhaps reindeer breath.
The days leading up to Christmas Eve were the longest days lived, so thought my child self. Sleep was short if it came at all, eyelashes fluttering apart to the intoxicating smell of cinnamon rolls made by Grandmother Rosalie, from scratch, of course, baked to a perfect golden brown before slathered with snowy blankets of frosting.
There was magic in our house.
Naturally as I got older, the Christmas magic wilted, its fragile petals leeched of awe by the reality we must all face if we are to grow up.
I tried to keep it alive with tradition and excessive presents, but it felt uncomfortable now, tight . . . other. Like expecting to slip your arms into your well-worn coat, only to get in and find the arms three sizes too small and buttons busted.
It didn’t fit anymore. Or rather I didn’t fit into it any more.
I mourned my early Christmases.
I wondered if I would ever know that kind of magic again . . .
And then at eighteen, I fell in love; with the first man that would ever love me for the rest of my life. I would say He stole my heart, but the truth is I forked the thing over pretty quickly. It was in bad shape at any rate; beaten to a pulp by a recent break-up and years of not-enoughing.
But He wanted it nonetheless. All of it. Just as it was. Nuts!
I came to discover there were more than pretty lights and frosted sweets behind Christmas; that there was actually a PERSON.
And when I look into my daughter’s eyes, two lakes of fathomless blue, I can hardly contain my joy that I actually get to BE the person to tell her about Him, about the Love of all loves.
I get to give her that. You guys, I can hardly even.
In a conference, a speaker advocated his experience that one can think about other's pursuits only after he has sorted out his own puzzles. And yes, we all participate in discussing ideas that would change the world, the matter of fact is it's terribly awful to be stuck in our boring whirlpool. So before we prescribe an advice of medicine to a friend in need, why not look into our own kitty. Yes it sounds difficult and certainly not poetic, but we are one trivial decision from a totally different dimension in our life. Like turning the page over, or sharing with a friend or just breathing in the sunrise. #chunni#complaints