In heaven Christmas isn't over. It's Christmas year round. Alleluia begins and ends every sentence spoken. What would it be like to be near love incarnate? To see Jesus, the very source of love. To feel that love radiating into the fibers of my bones. Love in the nucleus of every cell?
That must be how we are transformed and our bodies made new. The essence of God's love takes over the nucleus of our cells and we become like our resurrected Lord. What a wonder awaits us all!
Thank you, Lord, for snow, because it gives sparkle to the gloomy grey landscape. It causes me to think that your grace is like snow. It drapes our gloomy existence and makes us free and pure and innocent. We become children again. Making angels in the snow is the game you gave us to draw us out of the seeming security of our possessions into the freedom of a grace filled life. SNOW, a reminder that the darkness now can be transformed in an instant by the touch of the Creator's love. Don't live another day without it.
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