She came to us in the night, unannounced, unexpected.
He came to us in the night, unannounced, unexpected.
She stood at my bedside like a flame, setting my heart alight with love.
He stood like a flame, setting hearts alight with Love.
She came because she knew I was wounded.
He came because He knew we were wounded.
My sister came to lift me up.
He came to lift us up.
He came to us—to earth—to save a weary world.
And don’t we need it now. The Joy of the Season. The Joy of the Light and the Music and the Laughter. The Joy of His Love in our hearts.
Christmas. The Joy of Jesus born in our hearts. Born to save a weary, wounded soul. Born to save a weary, wounded world.
Dearest Deb, this post is so beautiful, as are you, my friend. I think about you these days. I am holding you in the Light with lots of love, as you make your way through this passage. Love and love …
Dear Sandra. Love and love back. ❤️
Deb,
The parallels are there. It is love that brings them to light.
Surely you have written agape. So glad your sister is with
you in these trying times. Many blessings.
sarah
Beautiful, Sarah. Blessings back.
Beautiful!!!
Thank you. Oh my gosh, I’ve missed you! ❤️