On the Holiest night of the year, I was given a gift. The child within moved. In the hospital room at 11:48 on Christmas Eve 2002, a child was brought forth. Christiana Shirley Davis. A little over a year after her namesake met Jesus. A Grammie she would never know. Yet, as she grew she would tell us she knew her. And I wonder if deep down her soul did know her? That before the Lord of the Universe sent her to us, Grammie Shirley didn't reach down and kiss that sweet angelic face and whisper words of encouragement. Because ... View Post
A Birthday On The Holiest Of Nights
It was such a clear, cold night. The stars shone brightly. I couldn't sleep. Moon beams streamed through the window. I wondered what Mary, the mother of our Savior, thought about. How did she feel? Did her feet swell on the way to Bethlehem. How did she make that journey, so with child? What was she thinking? I pondered these things as I was heavy with child; as I mourned the loss of my Mother in Law. I pondered these things during Advent as my time grew near. I wondered. On the night before the celebration of the birth of the Savior ... View Post
