A Blessed Christmas morn to everyone! The joy that the Lord impressed me with early in this Christmas season, though interrupted and challenged by the news of Newtown, is still springing up. It is like the Sweet Lord to guide His children through the troubled waters to the wellspring that His joy is in the heart of His children.
Mine swelled this morning as my second son gathered the family into the living room, quieted the children and began to read the precious story of Christmas. Good news. Great Joy. It is as good and great this morning in this room as it was that holy night, that moment of glory as praise burst from the stars with the angels’ song.
Little Lily, the youngest, sat in her daddy’s lap; Great Grandma sat across the room in the rocker, wrapped in a warm fuzzy Christmas fleece; Jordan, our young adult daughter held Elijah, the boy in the bunch. Makenzie, the oldest grandchild is curled up next to her Nana (maternal grandmother) and Babbu (maternal grandpa) held Faith. Together as several generations, we listened intently and then bowed in prayer together worshipping Him whom we celebrate today.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
Memories to be cherished. Christmas joys.
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