There’s something about the week of Christmas. No matter how busy we are, no matter how schedule-oriented we tend to be, no matter how non-sentimental our wiring, there’s something about the traditions, the memories, and the smell of things baking that turns our hearts toward home and family.
And there’s something else. Whereas other times of the year, we may have to remind ourselves to be grateful, it somehow takes a front seat and comes more naturally during this season.
I was thinking about my friend, Paula, this week. Although I say ‘friend’, technically, she’s my client. I don’t think I’ve ever told you that I own my own business providing bookkeeping and clerical support to small and new businesses. I first met Paula in 1985 as a client, went back into the corporate world for a time, and then hung out my shingle again in the year 2000. Paula has been a client ever since. And she’s practically part of the family.
Mitch and I are both very grateful that she is in our lives. She is generous, talented, and down-to-earth. Despite international success for her horseshow clothing designs, she is as approachable as the girl next door. She is strong too. I am thankful for her and pray that God’s hand rests continually on her.