Last night, Layla sent Paul to find her special soft blanket at bedtime. We looked everywhere and couldn't find it, until...we found it. The foundation of a very carefully arranged Nativity scene.
I'm a little tender-hearted today, you guys. A little weepy, too, after having just learned of a relative & their family in dire circumstances. Lots of young mouths to feed, the father having been taken advantage of multiple times in his attempts at securing a job, the mother being forced to shop at the likes of a second-hand grocery store, rummaging through bins of old food items to find the least rotten ones.
Like in the Great Depression. But today. And family.
As I type this, I find myself tearing up again. For their struggles and very real challenges (can you imagine, truly, not knowing where the next meal's coming from?). For my undeserved mountain of blessings (can you imagine that I still find things to complain about?). For our Savior, who knows all pains, comforts all heartaches, performs all miracles (can you imagine just how much He loves us?).
Come let us adore Him indeed.
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