Two stories for you today since it has been over a week since I posted anything.
First Story: My Christmas Tree Fell Down
My Christmas tree fell down today
It all was very scary
The balls were shattered, ornaments ruined
It made me quite contrary.
I called my big strong husband
And told him of the mess;
So he rushed home to help me out
Now all is happiness.
(BTW, that really happened today, as I was innocently addressing my Christmas cards. And I felt like crying, but I didn’t because I had too much glass to clean up)
Second Story: Burrs All Over Me
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.”
Romans 8:35 and 37