At Sunday School the other day Leah made a little nativity set that can be played with freely, and she has been having a lot of fun with it. Yesterday she even wanted to put it in my purse so that we could take it with us to go to my sister's and then meet Mike at work for lunch.
On our way home, Leah asked where Mary and Joseph were. "In my purse," I responded. My sister and I were just laughing at the absurdity of that statement when Leah said, "And where's their kid?" That did it. We busted out in laughter, as I asked Leah, "You mean, Baby Jesus?"
So we're having a fun Christmas season...celebrating the fact that Mary and Joseph and their kid spent a night in a stable in Bethlehem. Somehow, I imagine that a Christ-child born in a lowly stable might not be offended when he's referred to as one of the kids...especially by another kid who, just the other night, said this before going to bed:
"I feel my heart! I feel Jesus in my heart!"
Oh Come, Let us Adore Him.
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I met a lady today and her daughter in a bookstore. We talked about Jesus and stuff and life and she ended up sharing with me about her husband who is not a christian. Evidently they are having a lot of problems because of the disunity in the family to the point of divorce.
Let the word not be cliche..that means a broken hurting home, with the 3 little kids torn in half, and two adults permanently scarred.
So my reason for telling you this is simply to ask for real prayer for her, and her family. Prayer that shakes the Heavens, and the heart of her husband and brings them together, Jesus...and her husbands heart...permanently forever and ever.
Good idea?
Please help me. Her husband's name is Patrick, and hers is Dulce (dool-say).
in Christ,
Charles