|My Tennessee backyard at Christmas|
|The view from our apartment in South Dakota before we left|
Remember me telling you about the miracle of my grandson? Here he is reading Luke 2 for us on Christmas Eve.
Now that's special and moving... He was blessed by his church who took him for some much needed clothes shopping. I feel so hopeful about this boy. Such a miracle.
I've been writing a lot this Christmas about Christmases long long ago as a child in Brooklyn. You can find them on Sounds of Hope. Particularly, I want to share the last one I wrote after this Christmas. You can find that one here.
Then on my other blog, you know one isn't enough - I write three places, I wrote about this Christmas on Storehouses of Snow - you can read that here.
It's been a good Christmas. I have found the hope of Christmas once again. I am looking forward to the future. That's the best gift I've gotten.