What if I told you that there is one simple change that you could make in the coming year that would change your life exponentially? Would you do it?

Memories are pieces of the past that become lodged in the deepest caverns of your heart. Memories are meant to be treasured … and to be lovingly lingered over … day after day … year after year. Some memories are treasured so deeply within one’s soul that not only are the facts of the moment catalogued in the annals of the brain … but somehow … some way … one’s heart is tied to that single event with intense and poignant feelings. Such is the memory that I have of a December evening when I was only 6 years old …

As we travel through the days of this most miraculous month of the year, rather than going to the mall together – let’s travel to the place of miracles … to the place of the angel’s song … and to the place where the Baby was born. I’d like to invite you to travel through time with me and eavesdrop on the conversation that the Angel Gabriel had with a young woman by the name of Mary.

Christmas is a tender time and yet it is a moment in all of our lives when heaven bids us come into the heart of joy. Just because you are dealing with enormous emotional pain this year … doesn’t mean that you are excluded from the joy of Christmas.

At Christmas, I have learned that sad things are sadder and that happier things are happier. I want to talk to both groups of Christmas people today … those who are sad and those who are happy. Wherever you are in your emotional spectrum, Christmas is for you.

From all of us at Carol McLeod Ministries, we are praying for you on this Thanksgiving Day 2021.

The 5 words that have changed my life are these:

“For that … I am grateful.”

It’s in the genes.

It’s in the genes.

No… it’s in the genes.

When my heart takes me back to that place where my heart was nourished ... where my body was fed ... and where my dreams were born ... I can hear the laughter yet around the kitchen table ... and the prayers that were prayed at family devotions.

That was home. My home. The place of my roots and my faith.

What is life, anyway?

What is life made of?

What makes life worth living?

What makes life worth celebrating?

I always look forward to my steaming cup of coffee in the morning … laced with just a wee bit of almond milk.

The taste is robust … yet gentle.

Invigorating … yet soothing.

I can joyfully choose to trust Him and all that He is while my world is shaking with unwanted and unexpected quaking.

I am head over heels in love with Christmas.

I love the season. I love the wonder and the meaning.

I love the miracle that Christmas has ushered in to the darkness and confusion of planet earth.

I love the joy that only happens at Christmas.

“In the central place of very heart, there is a recording chamber; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer and courage, you are young.” - Ullman

I determine to spend my days encouraging people and writing thank you notes.

I determine to invest the rest of my days believing for the best and not giving in to disillusionment or despair. A very wise man once told me, “It’s more fun to believe!”

I determine to lavish in the laughter of children, to wade in the gift of extraordinary friends and to drown in the beauty of creation.