I’m a huge fan of devotionals, and I’m always looking for fresh inspiration. Here are two new books I’ve found that are perfect for my morning quiet time.
When I was a child, New Year’s Eve was one of the bluest days of the winter. I remember feeling sad that a year was ending, because I hate goodbyes. Cold weather is my nemesis, and I knew the worst of it lay ahead (with no Christmas celebrations to offset the blahs). My mom worked in a tax office, so my sister and I would be alone much more often beginning January 1. All those reasons had logical explanations—but I didn’t know there is a name for what I was experiencing until I was in my 30’s.
I have seasonal affective disorder (SAD). It’s a form of depression that afflicts around 10 million Americans every year, especially in the winter months. The long, dark nights combined with shorter light periods often trigger depression-like symptoms.
I have endured several seasons of depression in the past, and mental illness runs on both sides of my family. I am genetically predisposed to have this problem, year after year.
But I have found ways to fight off these heavy winter blues that strike each November and last through March.
In a series of four posts, I’ll describe the tried-and-true ways I’ve learned to handle SAD, without the use of any medication. I’ll also include faith-based encouragement for each suggestion.
Who isn’t trying to make a fresh start in the new year? I’m using these three books to inspire me to make healthy changes in January and beyond. Join me for a peek into their pages.
This week I’m taking time to reflect on all my blessings in 2017. It’s a long list, but I’ll shorten it for you here! I hope this peek inspires you to reflect on God’s goodness in 2017 as well.
One Christmas morning at 12:15 a.m., I sat on the stairs in our living room, holding back tears.
The presents were wrapped. The stockings were stuffed. The casserole was in the refrigerator, ready for our breakfast, only six hours away. The children were sleeping with sugarplum dreams, and my husband was snoring.
But I was exhausted. Physically and emotionally spent before Jesus’s birthday celebration.





