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It's so hard not to get caught up in the stresses of Christmas. It has to be so "perfect" right?
When it comes to stressing perfection, I'm sorry to admit that I am the reigning queen.
Today, as I read to Madison from her "Oh little town of Bethlehem" light-up book I found myself explaining to her that our Jesus, (the son of Christ) was born in a stable (I said, "like a garage" so that she might understand)...
This made me wonder. If it were I, would the completely "un perfect" conditions have made it any less sweet to be a part of such a wonderful miracle? I wonder then, does Christ look down on me today (shaking His head), saying "Can't she see how "perfect" it really is beyond the world's definition of perfect?" Hmm, food for thought in 2006!
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