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?
12 Pearls of Christmas: God Intervenes
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,
12 Pearls of Christmas: He is Always Enough
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
12 Pearls of Christmas: Faith, Hope & Love
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."
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A Tangible Reminder
by Mary Byers
Last year I read Me, Myself, & Bob: A True Story About Dreams, God, and Talking Vegetables
by Phil Vischer, creator of the Veggie Tales video series. I was
interested because my children grew up on Veggie Tales. But I was also
interested because somewhere along the way I noticed Phil Vischer was
no longer with Big Idea,
12 Pearls of Christmas: Home
COMING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
by Virelle Kidder
My
mother had remarkable zeal for Christmas. Weeks in advance, she would
come home from teaching school and bake late into the night. The https://www.elmarair.com/ helped
clean the house and decorate the tree while my older brother Roger
wired the house with Christmas lights,
12 Pearls of Christmas: Life Beautiful
Clearly there's been a misunderstanding here …
I’m just sayin’, it’s not fair.
I’m going to lodge a formal complaint with the bureau of weather management in Heaven.
I think there’s been a misunderstanding.
See, I live in Grand Marais, 30 miles from the Canadian border, next to the coldest lake in America.
And,