Let It Out

2014 is quickly drawing to a close.

It’s been a year full of all kinds of things, people, and experiences. It’s usually during these waning days of our years that we mentally review what the year has held. We remember, rejoice, and regret.

That’s breathing in.

I don’t know about you, but I need to move forward past all that stuff. Not just move on, but move forward. Forward to an even healthier and happier 2015.

That moving forward…that’s letting it out. All so the new can be embraced and breathed in. So in these few remaining hours of 2014, I choose to let it out.




I love my family.

I love being with my family.

I love celebrating the holidays with my family.

The last two days have been wall-to-wall family gatherings.

Today….its real quiet and a little lonely.

But, it’s also a little nice.


Grab A Cup

It’s Christmas Eve.

Time to kick back, relax, reconnect, and soak in the warmth of the season. Now is the time to clear out your heart and mind so that you are ready for the best of gifts.

It could start with something as simple as a cup of hot chocolate…


The Honor of the Spectator

The old story became new for me again today. Well, at least part of it did.


An angel was sent to deliver two very personal messages. Gabriel was dispatched by God to give a special message to Zacharius, a priest who was elderly and whose wife was barren. The message was that they would soon become parents by natural birth of their own. A few months later, Gabriel was once again given a special message to deliver, this time to a virgin girl named Mary. Again, this was a message of an impending pregnancy and birth. These angelic visits and conversations are recorded in the New Testament portion of the Bible, in John chapter 1.

It must have been a great honor to be the recipient of those angelic visits.

But I was reminded of the magnitude of another angelic visit which is remembered during this Christmas season.

This visit was to a group of shepherds tending to their flocks on a dark night. This story, recorded in Luke chapter 2 of the Bible, tells of this visit. It was more than just a single angel, it was “the heavenly hosts.” The original Greek language means that the sky was full of angels. This wasn’t a quiet conversation. It was the sky ripped open by the hands of the Creator Himself to reveal multiple millions of angels wearing dazzling attire which reflected the holy light of the love of God Himself. Angels singing! Angels dancing! Angels set loose on the greatest mission yet in their existence…that of announcing the birth of Jesus. The Creator was on His way to live with the created, as one of them. And all that partying was done for the benefit of some of the lowliest and loneliest of all mankind…shepherds.

It was an extreme honor to be a spectator of that angelic announcement.

It still is.

The happy message of love represented by the birth of Jesus is for EVERYONE. Not just the influential, privileged, all-put-together, or holy. It is for the lonely, forgotten, lost, abused, abandoned, questioning, hated, marginalized, sinner, imperfect, every color, every sexual orientation, every language…well, like I said, everyone!

The whole world needs to hear that loving message.

The religious world needs to remember that loving message.

I need to speak that loving message.

This party is all about YOU being loved by HIM.

Merry Christmas!

You are loved!!


This Smile

My smile is authentic. It is freely shared. It is known to be genuine.

But, my smile is also something else.

This smile.

A mask.

It hides the torture of memories that refuse to die.

It hides the anger at close acquaintances who wrecked evil havoc.

It hides the pain of misplaced trust.

It hides the regrets of miscues of life decisions.

It hides the mental anguish that rages through my mind.

it hides temptations, attractions, and desires.

It hides the pain of lost friendships.

It hides the regrets of disaster that I’ve introduced into my family.

It hides that I’ve been so close to suicide that it’s scary.

It rests upon my face to hide all this, and more.

This smile.

This mask.

Hurts like hell.