As Christmas fast approaches and Thanksgiving disappears in the mirror I am reminded how precious your time and mine can be. Often times we run around with more things demanding our attention than we have time for. Still, we push ourselves to get it done. On the other hand there are days were nothing jumps out demanding that precious commodity—time.
A play on time
Last Christmas I wrote 12 posts about time, you guessed it, beginning on Christmas day. Taking the traditional song, by different artist on YouTube and a few tongue in cheek stories to the masses. This Christmas I’m repeating those same twelve post through this post due to the response I received. I hope you’ll give me your time and follow along. You can read them all at once or read them one day at a time, after all, it’s your time.
More about the message
I share how the beloved messed up, twelve times; but also how the true beloved shows up every time, bringing hope, joy, and love. The gifts of the first beloved overwhelmed and totally destroyed their relationship; the second beloved overwhelms and gives Himself totally to His. His a love worth sharing every second.
The message is more important than any at this time of year. Some folks struggle with the holidays, just like the damsel in the song with all the unwanted gifts they have things in the past that still haunt them. We all need the second beloved.
One reason for the season
Jesus the Christ was born, and we celebrate that on December 25th every year. The angels brought to us good tidings of great joy. Therefore bringing hope to all, through our Savior. Watch now or follow along on the traditional twelve days of Christmas, either way I hope you’ll enjoy them. Don’t forget your free gift, the gift of a good read.
One more free gift
While here why not download a free short story or two to snuggle up with when things aren’t so pressing this Christmas. Simply sign in with your email address to get your password to download them all, one at a time. Click here or scan the QR Code to get your free gift.
