We all love to take pictures of our children.

Pictures are snapshots in time of what our children looked like at a certain age or an image marking a significant event like a birth, the day they took their first steps, hitting their first homerun, a graduation, or their wedding day.

Pictures are static or in other words, moments frozen in time.

The Christmas lights have been removed from outside our homes (or are frozen to the ground!), the ornaments have been carefully packed away, other decorations will live to see the light of day in about eleven months, and the tree minus many needles has been hauled away.

I cannot speak for you, but there are many things wrapped in the package called everyday life which I take for granted.

Christmas is no ordinary day.

It is an outlier to the other 364 days on the calendar, far to the extreme right of center.

It is a day in which we take time to pause and reflect or at least we should.

Last weekend we experienced a first.

On Saturday we did a few things around the house, went to the mall, and decided to take in a movie for a change of pace.

Exodus: God and Kings had opened the night before and it sparked an interest in me to see it.

Can I be brutally honest with you?

I really don’t feel like sitting here to write this post.

Mr. Webster never, ever envisioned the boat load of words which have made it past the security gates and into his dictionary.

Enter His gates with thanksgiving and go into His courts with praise.