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Christmas gratitude+

photo courtesy of Jonathan Davidar

Nothing highlights my need for gratitude more than Christmas. My expectations are high. It’s my birthday. It’s Jesus’ birthday. And I have spent months shopping for the perfect gifts for everyone.

But the minute all the presents are unwrapped on Christmas morning, there’s a sense of letdown. I feel it in the air. Partly because there’s no more to open, nothing else to anticipate. And partly because the gifts themselves rarely meet expectations. People never seem to get me exactly what I want- there’s always something missing, something less than perfect.

I brush aside my vague dissatisfaction with my own gifts and quickly turn my attention to how others are responding to the presents I’ve given them. Invariably, I become even more dissatisfied; no one is as happy as I had hoped they would be. Some of their disappointment is voiced, but most is subtly revealed by their expressions. There’s always a longing- it could have been better, different, more thoughtful.

My first reaction is to point the finger. I ask myself how I could have a family that is so ungrateful. I silently accuse everyone of being materialistic, spoiled, jaded. I vow not to spend as much time or money next year, because it’s not worth it. I am annoyed that no one is thrilled with my efforts. I compare our family with others, and determine any one of them would be more grateful and helpful than mine. View full post »

  • December 27, 2013 - 11:08 pm

    Karen falconer - I promise not to comment on every blog but this one really hit me. I absolutely struggle with this too! This is EXACTLY what I needed to read today. So thankful for you and your wisdom. KarenReplyCancel

    • December 27, 2013 - 11:55 pm

      Vaneetha - Karen, I love your comments! Thank you for them!

      I wish I didn’t struggle so much with these issues- and not just at Christmas. I’m thankful it blessed you- we’re in this together!ReplyCancel

  • December 27, 2013 - 11:23 pm

    Jenny Jensen - What a great piece Van. I foresee you being a published author in the near future! I love your honesty. Thanks for sharing.ReplyCancel

    • December 27, 2013 - 11:56 pm

      Vaneetha - Thank you, Jenny. I so appreciate your encouragement!ReplyCancel

  • January 16, 2014 - 2:15 pm

    Jeff Goins - I can TOTALLY relate. We Christmas-doubters need to start a club or something. Thanks for sharing your message, Vaneetha, and doing so honestly. The world needs to hear it.ReplyCancel

    • January 16, 2014 - 3:22 pm

      Vaneetha - Thanks, Jeff! So glad my message resonated with you. I’ll bring the cookies for the club meeting!ReplyCancel

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Paul+ Paul+

I pull into the driveway, and I’m undone yet again at seeing my stunning camellia bush. This simple shrub that has weathered many storms, has taught me to hope, even when all seems lost.

 Almost 16 years ago, I put in a little garden outside my window. Everything in it was dedicated to our infant son Paul who had died. The camellia bush, a butterfly bush, and countless flowers all graced the yard in honor of our precious son. When we moved, we got permission to take the camellia, which blooms around the time of Paul’s death. We planted it in the perfect place, directly in front of our new home.

Spring came and the bush looked leafy and green, but the full sun of summer scorched it. By September, the leaves had all fallen and the shrub was a tangled mass of dry grey twigs. But it was so connected with Paul that getting rid of it was unthinkable. And so it sat there for months, dry and brittle. Lifeless.

Our landscaper knew nothing of our plant’s history. To him it was just a dead bush. One day when I was gone, he cut it down to the stump and hauled the branches away. When I inquired about it, he responded, “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you first. But it was dead you know.”

I know, I know, I know. It was dead and there was no point in keeping it.

After that, I couldn’t bear to look at that empty spot in front of the house. It seemed irrational, but the ache was all too real. I didn’t know why, but I felt that I had let Paul down. Why was this so important? Why did I cry every time I thought about it?

One spring day, I glanced at the space by the front door. I was stunned. Glossy, green leaves were covering the stump. Though the branches were destroyed, the roots had remained. The roots needed the ruthless pruning and the dormancy of winter to begin the work of regeneration. All winter long, when I could only see my loss, God was working for my good. 

Within a few weeks, a small bush had formed again. What I thought was dead, was now alive. Ann Voskamp tells of a rosebush she saw spring to life and noted, “what is dead may be dormant and what is barren may be about to bear and wild things somehow find a way to bloom.”

In late spring, we moved it to another part of the garden that doesn’t get direct heat. In the fall, the bush was once again covered with a breath-taking profusion of delicate white flowers. I wept when I saw them. They represented hope to me. Nothing is beyond redemption- God makes pathways in the wilderness and creates rivers in the dry wasteland.

I learned so much from that simple camellia bush:

God is always working — especially when we can’t see it.  Deep roots help us weather storms and drought. Pruning is painful but necessary for a fruitful life.  When all seems lost, redemption may be closer than we think.

 Never give up hope, because miracles happen every day.


  • December 20, 2013 - 4:20 pm

    Ann - I love your writing, Vaneetha! Thanks for sharing what the Lord is teaching you and encouraging me as you do! I will always be looking forward to the next post!ReplyCancel

  • December 20, 2013 - 6:07 pm

    Jennifer Morgan - Beautiful post friend! I love how creation, particularly gardens, illustrate so many spiritual truths.ReplyCancel

    • December 20, 2013 - 7:38 pm

      Vaneetha - Thank you, Jennifer! I thought of you as I wrote this post as you were the one who made sure my camellia bush thrived in our old garden. ReplyCancel

  • December 20, 2013 - 6:45 pm

    Melanie - I love your first post and am eager to read the rest. Love you, Van! Your life, faith, and trust in Jesus inspire me to follow Him more closely.ReplyCancel

    • December 20, 2013 - 7:43 pm

      Vaneetha - Thank you so much, Melanie. You are such a blessing to me.ReplyCancel

  • December 20, 2013 - 6:54 pm

    Keith - This is definitely sermon material. Thank youReplyCancel

    • December 20, 2013 - 7:44 pm

      Vaneetha - You are more than welcome, Keith. Thank you for reading it.ReplyCancel

  • December 20, 2013 - 6:57 pm

    Brian - Great post, Vaneetha. Very moving. I’m looking forward to keeping up with your writing. 🙂ReplyCancel

    • December 20, 2013 - 7:45 pm

      Vaneetha - That means a lot coming from you, Brian. You are such a great writer!ReplyCancel

  • December 21, 2013 - 10:00 am

    Maggie - Vaneetha – you have so many gifts!! I am so glad you are writing this blog!ReplyCancel

    • December 21, 2013 - 10:13 am

      Vaneetha - Thanks Maggie! And thank you for posting the link to my blog with your touching note attached. I miss you!ReplyCancel

  • December 22, 2013 - 10:32 am

    Jonathan Davidar - What an inspirational post. You represent purified gold. Your tenacious faith in the midst of unfathomable loss is the evidence of a living God in a living faith. Very encouraged by your outlook. Yes, miracles do happen every day – thank you for the reminder – because he is, we have hope. Look forward to your writing!ReplyCancel

    • December 27, 2013 - 9:01 pm

      Vaneetha - Wow, Jonathan. I feel undeserving of your comments- but so appreciate them. And you!.ReplyCancel

  • December 24, 2013 - 7:57 am

    Jean Seward - I found your blog!—-and wasn’t disappointed!!! Thank you for sharing your faith, your pain, your hope. It’s a great encouragement for us fellow and ofttimes weary pilgrims. Glad to connect with you in this small way 🙂ReplyCancel

    • December 27, 2013 - 9:03 pm

      Vaneetha - So glad it was encouraging Jean. I know you’ve walked many hard roads yourself and have encouraged me by your faith!ReplyCancel

  • June 13, 2014 - 3:09 am

    Olaronke Omotade - I love stories like this! You are such an amazing writer. God is using you mightily. I need to study under you as I’m an aspiring blogger now hehe. You should start a bloggers class. 😉 But yeah in relation to this story, I’m being reminded that through this chiseling process I’m in, God is still with me doing great things in the secret. Like Elisabeth Elliot said, “wonders are being performed under the surface of things”. We just have to open our eyes and have faith in the process. (Its hard though) But I truly sense the Holy Spirit equipping me and making me persevere. Thanks for the added hope!ReplyCancel

    • June 13, 2014 - 8:38 am

      Vaneetha - Love the Elisabeth Elliot quote! Its amazing how God is working when it looks like nothing is happening. The chiseling process is hard, but ultimately so worth it. Thanks for writing, Olaronke!ReplyCancel

  • April 22, 2015 - 4:27 am

    Ruby - I am so blessed by all your posts. Ur life has fragrance of God, and that’s what I love. Your posts makes me fall in love with Jesus.ReplyCancel

    • April 22, 2015 - 11:33 am

      Vaneetha - Thank you, Ruby. Saying my words make you fall more in love with Jesus is the highest compliment I could EVER get!ReplyCancel

  • February 2, 2017 - 12:59 am

    Shannon - I can’t express how much this means to me right now. Thank you.ReplyCancel

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Van Gogh+

Van Gogh’s Sunset at Montmajour


The headline read, “A previously unknown work by Vincent van Gogh, tucked away in an attic after the French ambassador to Sweden a century ago called it a fake, has been found to be real after all, a landmark discovery worth millions of dollars.”

That story lingers long in my mind.  I want to understand what happened that one man could call a painting a fake, and thereby nullify what really was. A lie that was believed for a century.

I do more research.

Van Gogh’s brother sold the painting, “Sunset at Montmajour,” to an art dealer who in turn sold it to Swedish industrialist, Nicolai Mustad in 1908. No doubt, Mustad was proud of it. He proclaimed he was starting a Van Gogh collection.  Understandably, he prominently displayed the painting in his home where it was noticed by the French ambassador. But after Mustad drew attention to his treasure, the ambassador declared it a forgery. A fake. Worthless. Mortified, Mustad immediately banished the work to the attic, where it remained for a century.

One man’s ignorant comment so devastated this young art collector that he never displayed his prized painting again. It wasn’t worth the chance of further humiliation. It was less painful not to risk. 

But ironically, it was a Van Gogh. It was the real thing. It had value. But Mustad never knew that because he let a critic dictate his opinion of what he had.

I realize why this story holds me.  I am Mustad. One negative comment can change everything for me. I back down from my principles, focus on the negative, obsess about how I fall short.  I hide.

So writing a blog is a risk for me, because I cannot hide. When I put words out there, I cannot take them back.  Even if others disapprove of them. Or of me. I can’t hide them in the attic if I’m rejected.

I welcome your comments. And criticisms. They will stretch me.  If you’d like to read my thoughts on life and faith, please feel free to subscribe. I’d love you to join me on my journey.

  • December 19, 2013 - 5:35 am

    Donna murphy - Vaneetha, I enjoyed this entry and look forward to all the rest!ReplyCancel

    • December 19, 2013 - 8:52 pm

      Vaneetha - Thank you, Donna. I appreciate your support!ReplyCancel

  • December 19, 2013 - 5:53 pm

    Patty Marsh - Vaneetha, I always love your writing and cannot wait for you to write more. Keep going, my sister!ReplyCancel

  • December 20, 2013 - 12:28 am

    RuthAnn Marenyi - Just finished your annual Christmas letter….the highlight of the season every year. Priceless as always. I will be your most faithful follower and biggest fan! 🙂ReplyCancel

    • December 20, 2013 - 1:19 am

      Vaneetha - Thanks RuthAnn! I think you and my mom are my only fans!ReplyCancel

  • December 20, 2013 - 5:49 am

    Sara Hood - I loved reading your entry (and your Christmas letter!) and cannot wait to read more.ReplyCancel

  • December 20, 2013 - 7:00 pm

    Brian - As a fellow blogger, Vaneetha, I think you’ll find the critical comments few and far between. And good news–you can just delete them!ReplyCancel

  • December 28, 2013 - 8:09 am

    Sybil - Love that you are doing this and risking!! Just saw your link from Susan s on FB today / thankful she posted it
    You’ve encouraged me already through these posts! Blessings to you and look forward to reading more.ReplyCancel

    • December 28, 2013 - 12:00 pm

      Vaneetha - Sybil! Its great to hear from you! Thanks for your kind words.ReplyCancel

  • August 17, 2016 - 9:24 am

    Martha W. - Thank you for answering the call to do this blog. I came across it a couple of days ago and I am now searching the archives. I have been so blessed by the articles you write. Your transparency has challenged me to stop hiding my imperfections. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. My short comings will never be bigger than the cross. After all, it’s not about me but all about Him.ReplyCancel

    • August 17, 2016 - 8:34 pm

      Vaneetha - Thank you for writing, Martha. You are so right in proclaiming that our shortcomings will never be bigger than the cross. What an incredible freedom!ReplyCancel

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