We are in a beautiful house in Pennsylvania.
This subdivision has more room than our old one, but we’re still believing for land of our own.
God took care of us. He answered our prayers in the nick of time and used a miracle or two to do it.
We love Christmas. It is a season of remembering the birth of Jesus and celebrating our family’s love and togetherness. The whole atmosphere is uplifting, joyful and wholesome. Nobody can take that away from us. Our Christmas tree is a signpost that something exciting is coming. We will put gifts under that tree. We give each other gifts because we love and want to bless each other. We constantly point our children to the reason for the season.
Jesus is a gift beyond compare. Our gifts are paltry compared to that great gift that God gave us. But the desire to give is God-given and blessed by Him. It truly is more blessed to give than to receive. This season is a set-apart season for giving and blessing and loving and thinking about Jesus. I love it that my children have the memories of past Christmases and enjoy making new memories with their family. These are precious and holy to them – the joy, excitement, family time, and Jesus – not the tree.
There’s nothing pagan about that.
We’re celebrating it now in the time frame that God has given us for it. We do things a little different around here…
And now for your listening pleasure…