Christmas--like a lopsided stocking with all the goodies poking out the top—is stuffed full of longing. But maybe not in the way you’re thinking. I’m not talking or kids rubbing their hands together over the mysteries under the tree. I’m not even fully talking about that wish to be somewhere else for Christmas, though that’s part of it.
Your Longing Has a Name
Your Longing Has a Name
Your Longing Has a Name
Christmas--like a lopsided stocking with all the goodies poking out the top—is stuffed full of longing. But maybe not in the way you’re thinking. I’m not talking or kids rubbing their hands together over the mysteries under the tree. I’m not even fully talking about that wish to be somewhere else for Christmas, though that’s part of it.