Homespun Holiday: The Heart Longs for what the Heart Longs for

I’m wordless this morning. Nothing presses on my heart. I just feel contentment—pure and unadulterated contentment. There’s something to be said about serenity; the kind that graces you unexpectedly, like a cool breeze that tingles your neck on a muggy day. Our home sparkles with Christmas lights, and I sigh, “I’m done.”

A hand-stitched patch on a Christmas stocking catches my eye. Although my sister and I made this stocking years ago, I never noticed the details until this morning. The message seems so clear: Made with Love. READ THE ENTIRE POST…


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