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Lost & Found
To you, jeanne, every morning is Christmas morning,” my husband said to me one day. Maybe that was because I grew up during the Great Depression in a tiny New York State farming village. Or maybe it was because of what actually happened there one unforgettable Christmas morning.
The Collector
Santa smiled up at me from my Christmas mug as I sipped my morning coffee and said a prayer for Debbie, who had given me this one to add to my collection. And that was over 300 mugs ago! But I had no trouble at all remembering where I got it.
Let There Be Light
My little holiday village sat in darkness, spread out on the tree skirt
Angels Of Grace
This single mom is responsible for the big family you see here, and cares for hundreds of others as well through her foster care agency
He Makes Winds His Messengers
PSALM 104:4
Blessing Of The Cardinal
Just like that, the worst day we could remember was transformed into one of the best
Warm Hearts And A Hot Meal
I planned to spend Thanksgiving helping out at a soup kitchen. Instead I found myself eating in one.
Just Like Me
Christmas was for everyone. Decorations should be too.
One Light Shining
How a candle-making hobby inspired a unique Advent tradition.