It’s Christmas eve now. A night filled with expectation. Expectation of God. Expectation of LOVE. The candles lit, the stockings hung, the Christ-child is in his manger, and all through the house… not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.
This is Christmas – ground zero.
And my heart hurts for anyone who does not have a home to be in tonight. For anyone who is not with their family.
I really want you here with me, celebrating. We have a fire. We have some hot chocolate. There is room for one more.
It might be meager, but if you ain’t too proud, you can fit in here.
I am thinking of you just now, as the flames burn low and dim the light on mistletoe. I pray that like that child in a manger when there was no room in…
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