Devotions

A Different Christmas Perspective

 

Different Christmas Perspective
Mom’s collection of Nativity scenes which have their own special tree in her bedroom.

This year, I’ve asked my mother, Anne Boulier to write the Christmas Devotional. I’m so glad I did because it’s a wonderfully different perspective of Christmas. A thoughtful reminder of why Christmas is a choice to make EVERY year.

Please enjoy!

Christmas – it’s a time of year that brings joy and sadness for many.  We celebrate the birth of the One who loves us most – He did, after all, come to die for us just 33 short years after His miraculous birth.  For some, it’s a time of sadness because of loved ones who are no longer a part of the season.  For some, it’s a time of sadness because of lost expectations for a better life – a better time to come.

Christmas, I have learned in my 68 years of ups and downs is what I decide to make it.

Yes, Christmas is a choice.  I can choose to dwell on the ones who are no longer here to share the traditions I carry on in celebration of the season. I can dwell on the hard times, as yet unanswered prayers, disappointments, sickness – anything I want.

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Devotions

Christmas Hater

  • Hater

    I’m about to type something that people might be shocked by…I used to HATE Christmas. Anna Christine Boulier was a Christmas Hater. This girl didn’t like Christmas music, the Hallmark Christmas movies (*gasp), the cheer, the fun, the parades… I hated it all. (Are you mad at me, yet? Have a shocked you?)

WHY? You might ask…

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Accepting Grace

In Life, Everyone Needs a LuLu

Life When I started writing about Hillary, I was hooked, wanting to know more about her life. Her character was someone I knew I wanted to write more about even from the brief mention in book one, Restoring Grace. I knew her controlling mother would cause Hillary to have a unique story, very similar in ways to my own.

Most people don’t know, but I understand completely how Hillary felt.

My father was very controlling and manipulating. He had my life mapped out from birth… and it was not the life I dreamed of. His plan had me going to a two-year college for an AA degree in computers, then on to a BA in computer programming… ugh… not my idea at all. Anyone who knew me, understood that I only tolerate computers.

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