Pondering Heart . . . Born

Dear Holy Friends,   Some of you are buried in snow right now. We had 6-10 inches predicted and got a flurry or two. But the wind is harsh and cold out there. And my Savior began His life not in a house with a warm, cozy fireplace, but in a stable, a bed of hay, animals accompanying his mother's lullabies. Wow.   In His Grip, Chandra   Born   One night in a barn     lonely manger, star bright         baby's birth, mother's heart             true worship, holy night Scent of hay, night air     animals eating, cows mooing         stable sounds, night not quiet             in the noise baby cooing Heaven opened, angels appeared     royalty in a bed of hay         wisemen visit, songs of joy             salvation come to earth that day Father's love in a baby boy     creator living among His own         manger in the shadow of a cross             born our sin to atone.   ~Chandra Lynn Smith~