The Victory Of God On Christmas
he plans that sweet Hubby and myself had for our family celebrating the Holy Babe differed very much this year. This was the first time we were celebrating Christmas on a Sunday. We had discussed what this day would look like for our family. He really wanted to stay home, read scripture, hang our last Jesse Tree ornament , open gifts, eat dinner and have birthday cake for Jesus' birthday. A quiet day he says. He really did not want to attend church at all. I was sad in my spirit. I wanted nothing more than to be in His house of worship on his birthday celebrating his coming to us to rescue us, Rescue Me! I have room for you in my inn! These words I wanted to scream! In not attending I would feel like I would be turning Him away just like so many people did long ago. I was heartsick, spiritsick, I hear His still small voice tell me to be quiet, to fast and to pray. I humbled myself and obeyed. After dinner that night I went to our bedroom, on ...