Julie Lyles Carr

Eight kids. Two dogs. Laundry from five days. 600 miles. Popcorn. Snow boots. Eight hours. Eight. You sure you don’t want to come along? You sure? It’s gonna be a party… Wed, 23 Dec 2009 17:18:00 +0000julielylescarr

Eggs. Pancakes. Bacon. Orange juice. 6 of 8 stuffed herself at breakfast. Stuffed. “Whew,” she declared. “I am so full. I’m not eating for the rest of the day…except for lunch. “…and dinner.” She’s a paragon of self-discipline, that one. Tue, 22 Dec 2009 15:45:00 +0000julielylescarr

You gotta make cookies. Even if you haven’t slept in several nights and you have proclaimed that you’re going to make Christmas more simple and that the world has become too materialistic in its expectation and we’re going to slow down and enjoy the season. But you still gotta make cookies. Because if you don’t trash your kitchen at least…
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The reason my Father loves me is that I lay down my life—only to take it up again. John 10:17 It’s not that I want to burst somebody’s bubble. Because I really don’t. But that whole “Jesus is the reason for the season”? It’s a little more complicated than that. A little more multi-faceted, if you will. Man has long…
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~Wonder~ ~Christmas Wonder~ Sat, 19 Dec 2009 14:34:00 +0000julielylescarr