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Believer, beware. It’s possible to get so caught up doing Christmas that we resort to coasting on the leftovers of our last devotional or worship service. Whether that be a conscious or unintentional decision, we’ll be weaker for it.   Have you settled somewhere between coming to Jesus for eternal life and continuing to come to Him for abundant life? You’re not alone, and that’s not a

We can have so much more than a meaningful Christmas. Jesus can form Himself in the Bethlehem of our hearts as surely as He grew up in the ancient city if we’ll own our complacency and ask God to turn it into holy hunger.   We are pilgrims, designed for more. In Him we can be satisfied without being settled, loved without being lazy, rest while ever reaching.

The goal of walking through Christmas with our eyes trained on Jesus isn’t to make it through the holidays without going straight running crazy (although much can be said for being sane come January). The goal is nothing short of knowing the transformative presence of the Savior the baby was born to be!        God won’t drag us into the deep and wide life, and we can’t

It’s impossible not to recognize the increasing commercialism of Christmas, and it’s a good and necessary idea to ask the Holy Spirit to help us stay focused on its true meaning. But as we walk through this season, let’s make sure our observations don’t lead to communication that alienates those who most need to hear the good news of Jesus! Super-abounding grace in the face of

Thanksgiving! It's long been one of my hands-down favorite holidays, and I'm so grateful, no pun intended, that this season of gratitude has proven more resistant to the trappings of commercialism than our other celebrations.  May it always be, right?! So, in the spirit of the season, I've created y'all a little Thanksgiving gift! PRINTABLES! I printed the ones you see here in heavy cardstock with a

Happy New Year, y’all. 2019 has arrived. I remember listening in to an adult conversation years ago and hearing my Uncle Bryon talking about what he thought we’d see in the future.  Back then 2019 sounded quite futuristic to my young ears.  Uncle Bryon used to say that one day the roads would move instead of the cars. He saw us driving our vehicles onto the

*DISCLAIMER: I had a nostalgic day. It slayed me out of no-where, so this post is long, detail heavy, and probably interesting only to me, and maybe Mama. (I love you, Mama.) Consider yourselves warned. That said, I took lunch to the field earlier today and fell into a wrinkle in time. I found myself thinking back to the early days of All Things Southern. I’ve