'Tis December, and that means lots of songs with my name in them. Yippee! I don't care if I'm not, technically, a plant. I like hearing people sing my name.
And the prettiest sight to see Is the holly that will be On your own front door
The fact that I don't live on anyone's front door will not stop me from taking this as a personal compliment.
I'm 38 years old, and over a decade into a time of serious Waiting. Waiting for everything I'd always hoped I'd have. I've had to let go of some dreams, but instead of losing them, it's looking like God is bringing them back with some other long-forgotten dreams in tow. I'm now in the process of exploring things I'd previously ruled out for myself, and they all involve performance or audience interaction somehow. So it appears I'm a ham. Still waiting, still in process, but becoming ever more hopeful. A Christian looking for God in what's real. Trying to figure stuff out. Let me know if you think I'm onto anything.
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You can be the Holly at someone's front door. With a plateful of cookies.
: )
Is that a hint ;-)?
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