Exhaling

Wishing you a blessed Christmas!

Well, the whirlwind weekend of joyous activity has begun. I leave you with prayers and wishes for a grace-filled Christmas and a peaceful New Year. And this little poem:

Bethlehem is the “House of Bread”

My King was born in a stable,
And that is outrageous enough;
But then He was placed in a manger –
An animals’ feeding trough.

The beasts don’t seem to have minded
That He rested atop their feed;
Nor could they have known
that He’d later announce:
“My Flesh is Food indeed!”