What a magical day!

Christmas morning for me means cinnamon rolls and orange juice. It’s the smell of a crisp winter morning- (I live in Ohio so we get those here). It’s always been about thanking God for his Gift and spending time together with family and friends. It’s never been a day I wanted to run around from place to place- my heart has always been at home or very close to it.  Now that we have grandchildren, I don’t mind going to their house. We sometimes hit a movie and go to friends for dinner. Our traditions have changed somewhat but the intention is the same.

These past 24 days leading up to today were filled with devotions and stories I had heard over much of my lifetime. I have spent countless hours reading and learning each of them as individual parts of my biblical knowledge. I never put them all together into one fascinating trail leading up to the birth of our Savior.

Though she will likely never see it, I want to thank Ann Voskamp from the bottom of my heart. Her perspective and ability to speak to my soul when weaving her words are tremendous. I appreciate her listening to the nudge of the Spirit when she hears it calling.

This has been a wonderful Advent journey, and I hope you will consider joining me again next year.

Have a very Merry Christmas friend.

 

XOXO