I was never going to run a competition program, guys.
I wanted to teach people to appreciate dance for the art of it; to love it JUST to love it - without the outside validation.
Slowly we started to dip our toes into the competition world. For kids who loved to dance, who wanted more of a challenge, who loved spending time in the studio.
Now, Fusion has a competitive team of 26 dancers from age 6 thru 17. We took 19 routines to Groove in Des Moines this weekend. We’re (really) still a cute, little, baby team. And do you know what this cute, little, baby team did? They placed in the Top Ten with ALL FOUR of their Group Pieces; SEVEN of our solos and duets placed in the Top Ten; THREE routines earned Special Judges Awards; and EVERY SINGLE ROUTINE earned better scores than their last performance. I am Blown. Away.
Can I tell you what makes me happiest, though?
I still accomplished what I’d always hoped. My team loves to dance. They love to tell stories. They understand that THAT is what they’re doing, and they do a dang good job. AND - I have dance families who GET IT. We love the plaques and trophies, but these dance families get what we’re doing. And THAT is at the top of my highlight reel.
But…you can be dang sure I’ll be hanging that FIRST OVERALL AWARD from my Large Group Teen Team on the wall tomorrow.
Today, it’s official.
The new home for Fusion DanceWorks is at 117 North Washington St. in Edgewood.
No, this isn’t another temporary place for us to be. This is our HOME - the place the Fusion Family can continue to grow for years to come! I’ve often joked that we should re-brand as the “Nomad Dance Company”, as over the years, I and the students have danced anywhere that welcomed us in whatever season we were in. And I’m thankful for the lessons I’ve learned, and the resilience I’ve developed…but now, we get to put down some real roots.
I often tell the story that I decided I wanted to be a dance teacher when I was three years old. A follow up to that story is me in elementary school, standing in the window at DeKeyser’s Antiques (any locals remember the antique store?) and staring in at this giant space, imagining it as the perfect place for a dance studio…
…and now, that’s exactly what it will be.
Hey again, friends.
I’m going to lay some things out for you today. It may be more information than you need or want. But you can read or not…it’s just something I’ve got to get out.
I haven’t had anything worth sharing with you in weeks.
No, that’s not true. There has been an overflow of material I could have written on. Personal events. Political events. Professional events. Community events. Life is certainly never dull, and it provides endless situations to offer commentary on. I’ve had so many things run through my mind. So many things I’ve cried over. So many people I’ve wanted to argue with. So many essays written and unpublished. But ultimately, my feelings and words were nothing new; they were a harmonious voice in a choir of stress and anxiety, frustration and anger that exists in the world. My voice would have just added to the chaos, to the low roar that was already filling the world. Something I repeat to myself all of the time: Just because you can does not mean you should. I could have said a lot…it doesn’t mean I should have. So I didn’t. And I’m happy with that choice.
Several weeks later and nearing the end of February, the world isn’t actually any quieter. In fact, things get louder and more complicated every day. But I’m reaching the point where everything is under too much pressure and my own silence is becoming deafening. I’ve been uncovering a cycle in myself over the past year — a cycle that is hard, embarrassing, sometimes ugly. Some recent realizations have struck me enough that it pushed me to share with you; I’m certain someone else will connect with this, too.
When the world is full of chaos, I don’t like to face it. I don’t like to talk about things outside my small circle; in fact, I won’t leave my house if I don’t have to. I generally have to leave my house for one thing or another each day. But if I’m feeling overwhelmed, my eyes will stay forward and my interactions will be brief; or if I’m headed to work, my engagement will be on auto-pilot and work will be all I’m thinking about.
If I’m honest, I’ve often thought that this characteristic leaves me more suited for life in the big city rather than the small town. My small-town neighbors probably think I’m pretty rude when I’m on auto-pilot. Part of me wants to apologize, and part of me wants you to read on to further understand.
Another side effect of hard times in the world for me is I’m basically a jerk to anyone I love. Those who love me just want to know what’s going on…because they care. They want to talk to me…because they value me. They reach out…and I pull back. Trust me — I recognize this. And it’s not awesome. But it’s honest.
Friends, this is depression.
After all of those feelings kick in, and all of the above actions follow, I become pretty well convinced that everyone hates me for it. People talk about it as soon as I walk away. There are private message threads devoted to how terrible I am. And if I could just change all of these things about myself, everything would be so much better.
Friends, this is anxiety.
All of this then feeds the desire to not connect with anyone outside my house. And those sweet people who are inside my house get the worst side of me at every turn.
Friends, this is a cycle.
Looking deeper into past experiences, this is a cycle I have been moving through for a lot of years. And I’m going to give you some of the excuses that I have repeated to myself for most of those years, continue to repeat to myself, and that you may have told yourself as well:
This is normal.
Everything is fine.
I just need to get through it.
Keep smiling, keep going.
Everyone’s counting on you to keep it together. Don’t let them down.
If you don’t get this done, no one else is going to help you.
Other people have such bigger struggles than you. Get over it.
Oh, those excuses make me want to weep as I read them.
I wish I didn’t still believe most of them most days.
Let me tell you the thing that plays most loudly in my head:
Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. Philippians 4:6-7
Y’all I have STRUGGLED with this subject. If I really trust God, then how dare I worry about things, or be upset with my situation. Right?
Well, I can’t argue with God.
Let’s revise that…God is big enough to handle my wrestling.
God is so gracious with our struggles. Sometimes, however, God’s people are not so gracious with our struggles. Not because they’re trying to be unkind…I truly believe they have the best of intentions when they try to impart wisdom into each situation. But sometimes they’re so busy trying to tell you why you shouldn’t be struggling that they’re not really listening to what you’re struggling with.
((Disclaimer: Do NOT come for me in the comments re: this. I love a lot of people who love Jesus. If you’re one of those people and you are offended by the above, then you probably do this. Just saying. Seek first to understand, folks.)
I think of the story of Lazarus in the book of John. Jesus loved Lazarus and his family, and Lazarus had died and was buried. We see in the story that Jesus KNOWS what’s happening. He knew Lazarus was going to die, and He knew the ordeal would end with Lazarus being raised from the dead. HOWEVER. In John 11:35, we see: “Jesus wept.” He empathized. He understood. This certainly doesn’t mean He never shared His truth and hope with them; but He took time to share in the grief with His friends. What an example to us.
So many people who struggle with depression are so ashamed of it. I have been so ashamed of it. I dealt with it silently for a long time. And then, as it seems to be the catalyst for just about everything the past year, COVID happened, and I was ripped away from my work and isolated from people I love. And it broke me. I was not equipped to cope with that. My husband wasn’t equipped to deal with me. My daughter shouldn’t have been expected to care for her mama. I was too ashamed to tell anyone I was struggling. And I didn’t know how to crawl out.
There is not a one-size-fits-all solution for struggles with mental health. Some people do well with talking to a counselor. Some people find their way through prayer. Some people choose medications. Some work with a professional to develop coping mechanisms. And some use a combination of the above. But the common thread is finding your way through is to reach out and connect with someone else in some way. For me, I had to be willing to go to the doctor’s office in the middle of a pandemic to talk to my trusted health professional. She listened. She didn’t judge me. She understood. She helped me find a solution. I am so thankful. Not everyone has a good experience walking through this cycle. Some people are shamed, or not believed, by their doctors. Some people have partners that just can’t (or won’t) understand. Some turn to destructive ways to cope and don’t find their way out on the other side.
I’m thankful I was able to recognize that the reason I hadn’t taken the time to write to all of you is that I was overwhelmed by the world. That realization helped me create my map to move through this part of the cycle. And it helped me find the words to share this struggle with you now.
Before I wrap this up, I do want to circle back to the fact that God is so gracious with my wrestling and share a Grandma Bushaw story with you (because it seems I have one of those for every subject of my life). Probably 20 years ago now, I remember my grandma Bushaw having a conversation with someone at our church debating the reality of depression. And this strong woman, who I love so fiercely, told this person that God’s peace is undeniable and sure, but there’s no way we can discredit an actual illness that is affecting a person’s brain. I remember hearing that exchange, knowing absolutely nothing about mental health, and being so in awe of my grandma. I think about this story often to get my negative self-talk back in line. Yes, God’s peace is undeniable and sure. My struggles don’t make that any less true. I just need extra help digging through the muck of the world some days.
Sending love --
Happy New Year, folks. I hope this new month and new year find you well and ready to take on the blessings and challenges that will certainly come your way. I'm working hard at organizing my thoughts into a new series for you for this new year. Until then, take another read of my very first blog post from August 2020.
Set your course, friends. Let's make this a great year.
Sending you all the love,
This space has been quiet for a couple of weeks. Chalk it up to one too many irons in the fire, not enough writing discipline, making merry at Christmas…it just didn’t get done. But today, I want to share one of the things that has been holding my attention:
Fusion DanceWorks is moving to a new home!
In our nearly fourteen years, Fusion has had three different locations in Edgewood. Each move has been a mark of growth and change in my business. In 2007, we opened our doors at Graffiti’s Bar & Grill. In 2011, we moved into the space at Cafe Rose; and our move to Woods Edge was in 2016. This move, however, feels a bit like a homecoming. Our new location is at the Edgewood Events Center…which was once Graffiti’s Bar & Grill. And Rosie Totman is one of the owners of this space…just as she owns Cafe Rose. So let’s take two sweet pieces of our past, roll them together, and create something new and beautiful, right?
I’ve known Rosie for…ever. Her daughter, Shelby, is one of my oldest and dearest friends, and I’ve worked alongside her at her cafe for over a decade. She’s an amazing cook, an inspiring entrepreneur, and a wonderful friend. (Oh, did I mention she’s also a winemaker? Pro-tip: have a friend who makes wine. Good wine - not hooch. You’re welcome.) Now, together with her sister, Marge (who is my coffee supplier…she keeps me well-caffeinated), they are going to bring their amazing food and baked goods to the masses through this catering company and event space. And they’re also welcoming me into their space to continue to bring dance into the lives of a hundred kids every week. I am so happy for their growth, and I’m so thankful for this partnership - allowing Fusion to continue to grow as well.
Who knows where the next five years will take my small business. I certainly pray we continue to grow, and you can bet I’ll be "dreaming big and working hard” to get to the next step. But for right now, I am so thankful to be where we are.
Sending you all of the love, friends.
I took my daughter to the sports doctor last week. She’s been having some issues with her ankles, and she’s been pretty frustrated about it. If you know Ella, then you know she never stops moving. She goes from dance to gymnastics to running all day long. She’s always pushing herself to do better, be stronger, stretch farther. She makes us really proud with her work ethic.
But she’s been sidelined more and more lately resting and icing those stupid ankles.
To be honest, I’ve really not been overly concerned about this, and getting her to the doctor hasn’t been big on my priority list. Something else you should know about Ella is she’s got size 9 feet and was taller than me by age 11. She’s grown, like, four inches since March and is showing no sign of stopping any time soon. So logic told me she’s just growing and the discomfort and pain were a result of that. But I knew hearing that from someone OTHER THAN me was what was going to set her mind at ease. So, off we went.
Lo and behold, mom was right. GASP. She was sent home with instructions to rest when she can, keep up with the ice, and to wear her brace as necessary. Explaining all of this to Ella is actually really fun for me. (I’m such a nerd when it comes to anatomy and kinesiology.) Essentially, as you grow, everything stretches. Now, everything inside of your body is actually quite happy right where it is, but this stretching pushes all parts out of their comfort zone. And as things are stretching out, there are points of instability where things aren’t quite situated yet. And herein lies the problem of Ella’s sore ankles.
Okay, I love a good metaphor - so OF COURSE, we’re going to use Ella’s growing pains
as an object lesson for our lives, friends. Let’s chat about GROWTH.
I feel like “growth” is a super popular buzzword right now. There are books, online courses, blogs, conferences, more books, podcasts, journals, planners, and more books that are branded to help you grow in some area or aspect of your life. Please note - this is not a read or a criticism…I’m just reporting the news here, folks. (Seriously, I’m part of the noise myself with this blog right here.) I am ABSOLUTELY HERE for all the things pushing people to be their best selves. But as happens too often with things that blow up in pop culture, the real message gets diluted until it’s basically no longer effective.
Growth can be awesome. In my opinion, growth is absolutely essential. A cliche that comes to mind often is “if you’re not growing, you’re dying.” That’s the truth. Think of the flowers that begin growing in the springtime. As soon as they’ve reached the peak of their blooming and growing, they begin to die. So, why in the world wouldn’t you want to keep growing, right?
Well, here’s the flip side. Growth can be uncomfortable. In fact, growth can be downright painful. Just like Ella’s ankles, growth can make you a little unstable at your points of weakness. How many of you have ever embarked on something - anything - that you thought was worthwhile on the path to bettering yourself? Perhaps you decided to start running, go on a Whole30, start a daily gratitude practice…these are all great things. But none of them are easy, especially at the beginning. You may start off strong, feel great, be so proud of yourself. But then, the newness wears off, progress slows down, discouragement creeps in, and motivation goes out the window. You decide growth isn’t worth the discomfort.
Those points of weakness in our growth are our insecurities. For me, they are literally my worst enemy - that negative self-talk that will convince me I will never get to the top of whatever mountain I am trying to climb. This is when it’s best for me to seek out support; I need to find one of those books or podcasts that will help me refocus. Maybe it’s connecting with a friend or a fellow entrepreneur so we can encourage and motivate one another. However you reach out, you must. Those points of weakness are what will stop your growth journey. It can be so easy to stay in your comfort zone. But your comfort zone is NOT where your best life lies (this does not include the occasional #selfcareSaturday, complete with all day pajamas, mimosas, and Netflix. That comfort zone can be very important sometimes).
We are three weeks away from a new year, and once the ball drops in Times Square (side note: are they even going to do that this year? Ugh, 2020) people will be SO MOTIVATED to move toward being their best selves. The third week in January, discomfort will creep in and all of that motivation will take a hike. Here’s a thought…instead of waiting until 2021 to make a move toward growth, start right now. Finish this year strong; head into the new year three weeks closer to your best self.
Embrace the growing pains, friends. Acknowledge them, rest as needed, seek out support, but know that they’re going to happen and be prepared to withstand them. It’s an inevitable part of reaching new heights. And I cannot wait to see how far you go.
Sending you all of the love, and strength for those growing pains.
Warning - I might get a little preach-y today. But this is what’s on my heart, so this is what you get.
I’ve gone to the Edgewood Bible Church for over 20 years. It’s the church my dad grew up in, where I met my husband, and where we celebrated the dedication of our daughter with our church family. We love that place and all of those sweet, sweet people.
Before I started attending the Bible Church, we were part of a local Lutheran church; that’s the faith tradition my mom was a part of growing up. I remember being in the third grade at the Lutheran church and learning all about the Church Calendar; all of the special holidays and seasons, special church services and traditions. We don’t pay too much attention to the Church calendar at Edgewood Bible Church. Of course, we acknowledge Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter…but we don’t celebrate the specific number of weeks for each holiday as many other churches do. However, one ritual I still hold onto from my years in the Lutheran church is the Church Calendar. I attribute it to my love of music and leading worship - there’s just too much good music to coincide with the calendar, and the music makes the meaning so, so rich for me.
Yesterday was the first Sunday of Advent. Advent is the season of expectation; the time where we eagerly await the coming of the Savior. Since it is situated at the end of our year, Advent has always been a season for me to reflect and prepare. Well, 2020 is quite the year to reflect upon, isn’t it?
I know it can seem quite simple to say, “Everything happens for a reason.” And I touched on this a couple of weeks ago when I shared the story about my grandma’s house. But I fully believe that every situation we go through is preparing us for something ahead. Can I share some thoughts from God’s Word with you along this line?
The Old Testament is full of stories of hard situations for the Israelites. (As you read more and more, you find that they brought most of the calamity upon themselves from their disobedience, but it was hard regardless.) But when you get into the books of the Prophets, we see them teaching the Israelites about great promise awaiting them…teaching them to be patient and expectant…teaching them to be obedient in their waiting. In Isaiah, we find a set of verses that point us right to the thing the Israelites were waiting for:
For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the greatness of his government and peace
there will be no end.
He will reign on David’s throne
and over his kingdom,
establishing and upholding it
with justice and righteousness
from that time on and forever.
The zeal of the Lord Almighty
will accomplish this.
You could also listen to the entirety of Handel’s Messiah for practically every.word. of Isaiah’s prophecy…
Here’s the thing: the book of Isaiah was written about 750 years before Jesus was born. That’s a LOT of years of waiting and expectation, guys. I think it would be so hard to be obediently patient for so long. SO. HARD.
Okay, let’s flip the script. We have been sitting in a pandemic for over nine months. We are growing weary. “Covid fatigue” is a real thing. We miss normal. We miss our families. We miss seeing each others’ mask-less faces. But it’s only been nine months. The people who were alive when Isaiah was sharing his prophecy weren’t even alive to see the fulfillment of his words. And even though we’re still waiting for the deliverance from our current situation, we get to enjoy the fulfillment of Isaiah’s prophecy from nearly 3000 years ago. Can we please take a respite from our weariness to celebrate that?
So, now. In our season of Advent, this time of great expectation - take some time to reflect on how you’ve arrived at this place in 2020. What have you grieved over? What’s made you rejoice? How can you celebrate, even when it’s hard? What blessings have surprised you? And where might all of these things take you in the season to come? Don’t grow weary in the waiting, my friends. Use this season of expectation as a season of preparation.
Sending you all of the love.
Since next week is finally Thanksgiving, I'll be taking the week off from the studio and also from posting here on the blog for some much needed time with my family. But before that, we need to have one more post about thankfulness.
Last year at the studio, I had every dancer share something they were thankful for, and we filled this poster up with all of our gratitude. It’s one of the most special activities I’ve ever done with my kiddos.
So to kick-off my list of "thankfuls" this week, I have to start with...
1. My dance families. This week when we thought we had to pivot back to online classes, my dance families were ON.IT. They didn’t hesitate to support me and the studio. Their messages brought me to tears. And THEN, when we were told we could return to in-person, they celebrated with me. They fill me with so much joy.
2. Heather. I have always been independent to a fault and have a hard time asking for help. I usually wrongly assume asking for help makes me look weak. About five years ago, Heather started helping me with things at the studio, and she has been the BEST. She often takes care of things before I even realize they need to be done. And as a bonus, she LOVES Ella. She’s like a part of our family. If you run a small business and have a lot of things on your plate, I highly recommend finding your own Heather.
3. My parents. This weekend, my parents will celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary. I am so thankful they’ve been such a beautiful example of love, caring, hard-work, and loyalty my entire life. I hope Andy and I can be such wonderful role models to Ella as she grows up.
I remember once when I was in middle school, a ladies trio at my church sang the song "Count Your Many Blessings." Have you heard that song? It's a sweet, old hymn, and the words go like this:
When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed,
When you feel discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one -
And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.
I can still vividly hear their voices in that beautiful harmony, and they're still the voices I hear whenever I hear that song to this day. It's a good reminder for all of us in this season...there is always something to be thankful for.
When we were thrust into the pandemic back in March, I downloaded this wallpaper for my phone from The Hollis Company:
Eight months later, that image is still the first thing I see on my phone. I still appreciate that reminder every single day. Even though I’m now able to work, leave my house, enjoy some amount of normalcy, life still seems to be in the throes of upheaval.
I have a gift for looking at the positive side of things. I can spin any situation into a positive, finding the good and the lesson, and I’ll make sure you see it, too. Those who know me best, however, know I can also spiral out into the depths of what-ifs, absolutely certain that everything is going to crumble around me at any minute. (If you know that side of me, you know it’s pretty ugly. Thanks for loving me through it.) Every morning, I write down ten things I’m grateful for, and at every class I ask my dancers to tell me something great about their day. I am convinced there is ALWAYS something to be thankful for. But I’m also not so blind as to think it can’t be harder to find some days than others.
Don’t get me wrong. Sometimes the world around us is crappy, and it is 100% okay to acknowledge that, grieve that, be mad about that. But the challenge comes for us to look at that situation, turn it on its head (or do a headstand if you must) and look at it in a new way.
There’s a story I haven’t told too many people. It’s a hard story, one that is bittersweet, and one that I still have a hard time wrapping my head around. But I think it’s appropriate for right now. So, here goes. After I graduated college, Hubs and I bought a house about 15 minutes from our hometown. There wasn’t anything special about this house - it was available, the price was right, and we needed a place to live. It was never meant to be our forever home. I thought we’d be there two years, tops. I was just starting the dance studio, we didn’t have plans to have kids for a while, and we wanted to live in Edgewood - where we went to church, where the studio was based, where Hubs worked - it just made sense.
Well, fast forward eight years - we had a seven-year-old and our cat, Luther, and we were still in that little house. Oh, it wasn’t for lack of trying. I had been busy dreaming - we talked about building, buying, creating a HUGE space to make a combined house and studio, kicking my parents out of their house (just kidding, mom). We’d talked to a realtor and nothing was coming available. Nothing was ever quite right. And I knew everything would be just right when we found the right house. I was so miserable.
Then in 2015 came the worst news - I lost my grandmother. Do you remember in my original post when I told you about how big of an encourager my mom was to me in following my dreams? Well, my Grandma Bushaw rivaled my mother in terms of unconditional support.
She would quote Philippians 4:13 - I can do all things thru Christ who gives me strength. - and remind me that absolutely nothing is impossible with Christ. She came to every dance recital and taught me to love and appreciate music. But the day came that she was gone, and it was as though someone sucked all of the air out of the atmosphere.
A few years earlier, I had a conversation with Grandma about her house. I loved her house, and I asked her what she would think about me buying it when she no longer needed it - although we both prayed that wouldn’t be for a few more decades. She thought that would be just fine, but she wasn’t so sure that my decorating style would work there. Of course, the years passed, grandma stayed healthy, and in those coming years, we grew even closer.
Just a few weeks before Grandma passed away, we talked to our realtor about a house that might be coming available. It would have been just right; exactly what we were looking for. And just as quickly as we got our hearts set on it, it was sold to someone else. And, that was it. I had resigned myself to a life that was less-than my dreams. The perfect house didn’t exist, so we may as well stay where we were.
And then Grandma passed.
((You guys, typing that last line just now buckled me. It still knocks the wind right out of me.))
The details of the next few days are so hazy, but there were several teary conversations around Grandma’s kitchen table. It was decided that Andy and I would buy the house. If you’ve ever been a part of settling an estate, you know there was a whole process to follow in the following weeks and months. But when it was all said and done, we moved into my grandmother’s house. And I can’t explain the joy that filled my heart with being in this beautiful home. But, especially for that first year, every moment of rejoicing had a backhanded sadness to it. I didn’t know it was possible to hold such happiness and such grief at the same time.
All of our lives are different. My experiences shape my perspective. Your experiences do the same for you. You may have had more traumatic experiences than you care to share, and you struggle to find any good rising from them. I don’t want to reduce your feelings; that’s not the intention of this story. I just want to pose the thought that perhaps, when we look beyond the immediate response and result, just perhaps there is some good there to be found.
Let’s circle back to the example of the pandemic, and this second (third? fourth?) wave we’re currently facing. I’ve gotten back to smaller class sizes. I get to be home with my daughter more. I’m shopping for more essentials locally. I’ve found some amazing subscription boxes for things I can’t find in my town. I’ve saved thousands of miles on my car. I’ve saved SO MUCH money on gas (I really should have kept better track of that…the savings have to be substantial).
Friends, things are not always going to be awesome. We live in a broken world full of hard things. Sometimes we are going to have to sit with those hard things. But then, we get to choose to stand up and move forward. We get to find the good in every day. It may be something as brief as the fact that you actually got to open your eyes this morning. And if that’s all the joy you can find today, let that be enough. And never stop looking for those good things. Soon, it will be everywhere you look.
Stay safe. Sending you love.
I’m back! We spent the weekend celebrating my in-law’s 50th wedding anniversary, and I didn’t get the blog put up on Monday. We’ll be back in business Monday! For today, here’s my next list.
Something I’ve learned this past week
I’ve been doing math with my homeschooler this week. If you know how excellent I am at math, that should concern you — I am definitely better with words than I am with numbers. However, right now Ella is working with fractions, decimals, and percents…that stuff I have a pretty good handle on. As she’s been asking me questions, it’s been fun to be able to help her. I know that many of us who are schooling at home (in whatever form that’s taken for you this year) often feel like we’re in way over our heads. But I’m finding such joy in being able to share in these moments with my girl!
Something amazing I’ve consumed (be it food, book, tv show, song, etc…)
Guys, I started. I started watching Christmas movies. Now, unlike so many people, I am not a Hallmark movie-watcher. Part of me wonders if I gave in and watched ONE of them, I would get sucked in and watch them all — ha! I started with “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” — the live-action one with Jim Carrey. I know everyone has opinions on when the “right” time is to start celebrating Christmas. Now, our Christmas decor probably won’t make it out until the week of Thanksgiving, but Christmas movies start now. There are just too many of them to keep them in December!
A Good Word to encourage you.
Matthew 5:16 — In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.
Have a great week!
My name is Miranda and I'm a mom, spouse, dance teacher, and entrepreneur. I’m going to share my life with you. The good, the bad, the weird. I hope to inspire you, encourage you, make you laugh. I’ll be honest. And I can’t wait to learn more about you through it all.