Heat radiates from the old wood stove as morning is illuminated through the cloud wrapped sky. Gracie, the Golden, has settled down for her first morning nap at the foot of the sofa. Vanessa, my granddaughter, still sleeps as the corner has turned to begin shorter nights and longer days. Soon our daughter will arrive for a Christmas at the farm not experienced in many years. There is still much to prepare as we approach this glad time of celebration of He who changed the course of human history. As we reflect on days past and hope for days to come we are filled with gratitude that the One whose birth we embrace in the coming days is the same One to whom we give thanks for life each day. Sometimes through pain and sometimes through its absence, we lift a thankful heart that God’s gift of grace is with us at all times.
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