I'm being won over by minimalists. The need to create order from the inevitable daily chaos. An internal desire placed in my soul by my Creator God. This is the appeal of minimalism. Cutting away the unnecessary to discover the important. Finding what truly matters. In order to make an eternal impact through the years I've been entrusted with on this planet. This is my drive behind one word.

Peace. We say we want peace. We seek tranquility, contentment, unity. But what if our idea of peace is incomplete?

Poor Santa. He’s just trying to do his job. But he's acquired quite a reputation. From sneaking into homes, to kissing moms under the mistletoe, he’s a popular guy. His biggest accusation yet involves stealing the Christmastime spotlight from a Baby Boy. As a result, many families have directed their attention from Santa toward this Baby called Jesus. Is this shunning of Santa justified?

I have been known to say (more than once), if I could afford it I would be a professional student. I love learning. I desire to know things, to make sense of things, to figure it all out. But trying to figure it all out, all of the time, is exhausting. Call to me and I will answer you. I’ll tell you marvelous and wondrous things that you could never figure out on your own. Jeremiah 33:3 (MSG)   Blinded and Blindsided It was an early morning. I was spending time in God’s Word before leaving for class (I was in the midst of yet another educational pursuit). I read this…