A very Merry and Blessed Christmas to all of you. I’ll leave you with a few things this special day.
Here is a beautiful, reflective post by my friend Terri. She writes of her childhood memories in rural Louisiana. Please go read it!
and a beautiful poem by Frances Chesterton:
Welcome, welcome, little Lord,
Out of the cold dark night.
We want to give Thee all we have
Of love and warmth and light.
We have no gift of gold, incense, or myrrh
To lay at Thy dear feet.
Only our little lips and hands
That offer service meet.
Our little songs to sing Thee now
Just softly to Thy sleep.
Our little prayers to comfort Thee
When Thou for us must weep.
Come, share with us our little feast,
Be with us at our board;
On this, the happiest night of nights,
Oh welcome! little Lord.
Frances Chesterton, 1925
(wife of G.K. Chesterton)