"The choices we make change
the story of our life." ©
Sunday, December 25, 2005
It’s a cool 32 degrees here in southern Minnesota. A light snowfall can be seen from our front windows, as my husband and I sit here in front of a roaring fire. He’s got the remote control—channel surfing. I’m sitting with my laptop, thankful for my wireless connection that allows me to write in any room—and wondering why I seldom take advantage of this ability. I seldom write anywhere but in my office. I’ll have to add this to my list of New Year resolutions… spend more time writing in other rooms of house.
It’s Christmas Sunday. We attended church last night with the family. At the end of the candlelight service our Pastor carried a live baby lamb on stage. A beautiful, tender, innocent, and soft baby lamb. The symbolism was palpable.
Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.
Happy birthday, Jesus.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
And that’s what’s on my mind today.