service of the season

Hello friends and happiest of holidays to you.

I don’t do many holiday related posts, but this time of year I make an exception. However you celebrate and whomever you celebrate with, there’s a lot of significance hanging on the happenings come year’s end.

I also decided to do something different this time and share a bit from my latest subscriber email. If you aren’t on the list, well, I’ve gotta ask, why not? 

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Anyways, the holidays…

If you’re anything like me (and I’d like to think we at least share a few similarities) you’ve been busy this past month—busier than beavers building bridges or bees buzzing in bonnets. But I hope you haven’t been too busy to mix in a little creativity with your holiday prep, home cooking, and super shopping.

Christmas time is often seen as a time for generous giving. But not all gifts come wrapped and with bows on top.

In this season, my mind has turned to the concept of living in servanthood. I’m considering what it means to live with a heart of creative service toward others.

Whether that’s making a meal for a neighbor, taking someone out to see the lights around town, reading a favorite passage from a book to a friend, reminiscing upon the joys and struggles of the year with family; I think there are all sorts of opportunities around this time of year to bless someone else with the gift of your creativity.

After all, every creative act is, in one form or another, a service rendered.

And so, I ask, who could you serve this season? Whose day—or even year—can you make a bit brighter by bringing the gift of your creative care into their lives?

Whatever you’re up to, I pray this year ends with more smiles than tears for you and the next year begins with more hopes than fears.

Creatively yours,

A. P. Lambert