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She Reads Truth :Advent Day 3

I cried every Christmas morning for years. My mom graciously knew to just go ahead and prepare her heart. Every single year I would get my hopes up way too high and then I would be disappointed with the earrings, or sticker books, or puppy that I received under the tree. Nothing ever quite measured up to my idealized expectations of a perfect Christmas morning. I thought I was just a delicate and tender flower with a heart full of big dreams. But, daggum, if I wasn’t just years and years of being selfish and ungrateful.

To this day, it’s tough for me to remember that Christmas is not about me. I buy five sets of matching Christmas jammies, not really so that my kids will know the true meaning of Christ born for them, but so that I can feast my eyes on coordinated holiday squishy gorgeousness on Christmas morning. The truth is, I need to repent of even my very best moments and plans (Isaiah 64:6).


My real name is Debra (Debbie Sue). Sarah is a nickname given to me in high school. My husband has always called me that so here in Florida It's all I am known by. I was born and raised in Illinois. My son and I moved to Colorado in 1982. I taught school for 17 years. Then I ran a homeschooling/preschool/daycare until 2006 when I moved to Florida after my son, Bobby died suddenly. He was almost 26. Danny and I live and work at a state park here. I miss the mountains and climate of Colorado. I miss snow and the four seasons. I miss Bobby.

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