Among all the traditions and festivities though, we can sometimes glance past the crux of it all, the truth of Christmas, that Jesus’ our Savior was born.
1 more page of empty lines left in my journal. I don’t know about you, but my journal is my lifeblood – to process, pray and simply record. So this nearing-the-end thing is a cause for panic, a race to the nearest Barnes & Noble. But it’s also a time to reminisce.
As I turn back to page 1, memories come alive:
On Jan. 17th, I noticed…