Given by my mom.
The lights of the tree twinkle gaily.
This is a Season of Advent.
Expectations of beauty, warmth, joy.
This Advent Season may find you joyous and grateful
Who am I?
My identity lies not in the things around me.
It is not defined by my children or husband.
I am a child of the living God.
I am loved beyond anything that I can fathom.
I am rooted in Christ.
Bought with the blood.
That. Is who I am.
While you wait.
Commune with Him.
Be Still my child.
Find ways to give.
Let’s be different.
From deep within.
Come, let us bow down in worship,
let us kneel before the LORD our Maker;
O Come All Ye Faithful