A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit D-(Day)

So here it is, Merry Christmas! Husband left the house at eight am on Christmas Eve for back to back services and gatherings; came home for three hours; and then left again, to be back home at 2am. He’ll sleep until the kids wake at 6 and is preaching again tomorrow morning! And you know…

A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit C (H,A,O,S…)

So I noticed a discussion thread amongst some fellow “C-WAGS” this week, about the highs and lows of this first collared Christmas. One of the most common themes seemed to be the loss of routine, sanity and, well…¬†Daddy,¬†amongst those of us at home, in new places, with young children. So… In this vein… Two stories…

One Christmas

I remember my first ever Christmas away from the family home. I was 18 years old and my new, would-be-forever friend and I were on our northern, shoe string version of a gap-yah in the Far East; excited but devastated to be doing something so grown-up as spending Christmas on our own. Naturally, we had…

A Thrill of Hope

“What am I going to do?! We are heading out to Curacy… to “do church” for a living… and I just don’t think I’m actually a Christian!”