Lori Salsgiver

Lori Salsgiver is a homemaker married to her best friend Jason, and they have 2 teenagers and 2 fur babies. She is an aspiring writer of experiences that have shaped her life of faith and family. She enjoys exploring the relationship between the Word and life’s daily struggles. She enjoys hiking, cooking/baking, crafts, learning new skills, studying the word and Christmas.
It was a typical snowy winter night in Colorado. I had waited till everyone went to bed, staring out the frost covered window waiting for Santa. I was 5 years old and I was determined to see Santa for myself. As I stared outside into the dark night, I could see the streetlights from the living room window and I watched as the snow fell slowly in front of me. Every sound I heard, made me wonder if Santa and his sleigh had landed on our roof. At one point gazing out the window, I swore I heard sleigh bells. I don’t know how long I stood at that window waiting for Santa, but I eventually gave up and went back to bed. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get to see Santa. Have you ever eagerly awaited something, to just be disappointed? Years later, it makes me evaluate if I am as eager for the arrival of the Christ child as
When I was in the 5th grade, my Mom signed us up to volunteer for Christmas Unlimited. This organization collected toys for low-income families and foster parents. In the weeks leading up to the Christmas shop being open, the volunteers neatly arranged new toys on long shelves that took up the entire store. Each toy was worth a particular amount of points. When parents came into the shop, each was allotted a certain amount of points to spend for their family. After the Christmas shop opened up, as a volunteer, we walked the long isles with eager parents hoping to find the perfect toys, helped answer questions and then led them to the table where they neatly wrapped the gifts, sealed it with a bow and put them in large black garbage bag to take home. ,br>,br> Over the years, my Mom and I
It’s a dark crisp fall morning. The street lights are still on and there is hardly any traffic on the roads.

It is time to wake up my teenage daughter for school. My daughter is not a morning person much like her Dad and really struggles to get out of bed every day. However, her struggle to get out of bed is even harder as she wrestles with major depression and other mental health problems. I dread waking her up most mornings because the struggle is real. The struggle isn’t only on her but for me to encourage and motivate her to get ready for school. If you have any experience with depression or anxiety, getting out of bed can be really tough. It is challenging even as a parent to motivate myself in a loving way daily to get her out of bed.
I’m usually up before the chickens during the week and I like to enjoy a cup of coffee with my husband in silence before he leaves for work. After he leaves for work, I accept the challenge of motivating my two teenagers to get up and get ready for school. As I sip my coffee, I think about my to-do list and chores I’d like to accomplish daily as a stay-at-home mom. I don’t know about you, but my days rarely go as planned. God always has a keen way of showing me his plans and not my own very early on each day!

A year ago on a nice inviting spring day, my daily routine started out similarly except I wasn’t thinking about my to-do list. I was thinking