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Jillmanning
“‘A remarkable child,’ said one of the sailors as Pippi disappeared in the distance. He was right. Pippi was indeed a remarkable child. The most remarkable thing about her was that she was so strong.” —Astrid Lindgren, Pippi Longstocking

As a young girl, I loved the story of Pippi Longstocking. For me, there was something so intriguing and inspiring about Pippi’s love of adventure, her unwavering self-confidence, her quirky approach to life, and, of course, her gravity-defying pigtails. The thing I loved most about her, though, was how strong she was. After all, who wasn’t impressed with her Herculean strength and all of the zany ways she protected her home, friends, pet animals, and treasure? She was the kind of girl you wanted on your side!

After participating in my first Time Out for Women at Logan, Utah, in September, I unexpectedly found myself reflecting upon this favorite childhood heroine again. No, I hadn’t met a disproportionate number of redheads or sisters with pigtails in Logan—although that would have been fun. I had simply encountered a unique concentration of women with incredible strength. They were remarkably strong, in fact. It was nothing short of moving to witness the power that is generated by 2,000 women laughing and applauding together, the power of women crying and feeling the Spirit together, and the distinct energy that radiates from valiant women coming together for good purposes.

During the breaks, I was both touched and humbled by the personal stories women shared with me. In those one-on-one moments, I was struck by how seemingly ordinary women were facing gut-wrenching difficulties with extraordinary faith—making them anything but ordinary. Naturally, it was troubling to learn of how many women in our faith community are grappling with the destructive impact of pornography in their lives, but I was encouraged by the number and nature of the women who are striving to tackle this issue with Heavenly Father’s help.

As sweet as it was to be reminded of a childhood heroine, it was even sweeter to be reminded of how strong daughters of God are when they know they are daughters of God. These are definitely the kind of women I want on my side.

Jillmanning
Each Monday in December, we have asked four TOFW presenters to share a favorite Christmas tradition or memory. Enjoy these cherished moments as you prepare you and yours for this wonderful season. We wish you the very merriest of Christmases.

To say my husband and I have Christmas traditions would be stretching the truth a tad. Actually, to be honest, it would be an all-out exaggeration! We have been married three and a half years, and so far, each Christmas has been celebrated in a completely different way, with completely different people and in a completely different place.

The first year we were married, we had planned to fly to California to spend the holiday with my husband’s family, but ended up being snowed in and unable to get out of our subdivision, never mind the Denver airport. On Christmas morning, we snowshoed through the park near our home and enjoyed a comical meal made from the odd podge of staples that are left in a pantry prior to leaving on a vacation.

The second year, we went on a cruise with my family and celebrated the holiday on the high seas and in the sun. We hung our stockings on our cabin doors and enjoyed seven days of feasting (not a recommended tradition) and a non-denominational Christmas service on Christmas Eve.

The third year we finally made it to California and delighted in introducing our beautiful newborn daughter to her grandparents and several extended family members. Joy to the world, indeed!

Although our family Christmas story reads more like a Christmas variety show than a tale steeped in tradition, there have been several constants that, upon further reflection, contain clues as to the family traditions that are beginning to take root in our home.

For instance, each Christmas has included prayers of gratitude for one another and for a Savior Who is ever patient, loving and gracious toward us. We have enjoyed participating in community-based service projects, and rereading the scriptural passages in Luke that always seem to have something ‘new’ in them. We have read a myriad of Christmas stories and have had Christmas music playing as a near-constant soundtrack in our home. Each year we have felt joyful anticipation over how our gifts would be received and pondered how we can receive His gifts with more humility, purity and urgency.

While these constants may seem rather simple and void of worn out recipe cards, tattered Christmas books, or a stockpile of cherished photographs from years past, I find a calming assurance in knowing they have succeeded in delivering the much needed invitation to draw closer to one another and to Jesus Christ.