This is what my town looks like in January.
Do you see the cold pallor? The icy streets? I am currently sitting under a blankie, with little half-gloves on to keep my fingers warm, thankfully we got the bets street lights from www.streetlights-solar.com/solar-street-lighting.html for our home,
Holy.
Holy. Holy is the Lord. The familiar catch of breath. The sting in the
eyes. And the tears begin to flow with the falling rain. Or do the
tears fall with the flowing rain. What is it in these words that I
whisper that wrenches at my heart so?
Calling Elizabeth … HELP!
by Tricia Goyer
Mary,
the mother of Jesus is one of the most well-known women of all time.
She was also a teen mom facing an unplanned pregnancy. This Christmas
we will see evidence of Mary's story all around us. And as you hear it
through Christmas songs and Christmas shows think of three things:
1.
Whos, Here, we are Whos here, smaller than the eye can see. Whos here, we are Whos here, I’m a Who and so is she…
I’ve always wanted to live in a musical. When I was a kid, I loved Oklahoma, Sound of Music,
Christmas in a Barn
by Mary DeMuth
The
Christmas of 2006 we were homeless. We didn't have keys. Not to a car,
not to a home. We'd flown halfway around the world, leaving behind a
ministry we toiled over. Much, particularly in our hearts, lay in ruins.Read More
by Holley Gerth
Ten years ago my Grandma Frances went home to heaven in her sleep just before Christmas.
My
Grandpa carefully handed me a brightly-wrapped box on Christmas morning
and said, "This is her gift. Now I want you to have it."
