A few days ago, I wrote about some truly magical Christmas memories from my childhood. In that post I shared that, to me, Christmas means family. In fact, every childhood memory that I hold in my heart centers around family, because in my upbringing, family was immensely important and fiercely cherished.
Life is like that, isn’t it? You take your eyes off one area of your life to focus on another for a season, and suddenly you come back to find weeds growing up where they don't belong. Even when you’re focused on good things, those pesky seeds that you didn’t notice blowing in on the breeze can still begin to take root when you’re not paying attention.
Braver Than Before 