And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7 (NAS)
One Christmas Eve, after waving good-bye to our guests, I went to feed and bed down my bunnies for the cold night. Grabbing some apple slices as a treat for them I realized to my dismay, that in all the holiday rush, fresh hay had been forgotten. Immediately my thoughts went to the farm lady nearby. She loved animals too and would understand. Quickly calling her, I apologized for the interruption. She seemed genuinely glad to help. I wrapped a box of homemade cookies and hurried out the door.
From the hill, a stunning sunset showcased her farm. Pausing to take in the brilliant orange and violet swirls, I realized this was a special moment, compliments of the Father. In quiet adoration I took a moment to praise Him for the gift of His Son.
Walking the darkened dirt path to the barnyard, another surprise awaited. Ever so softly, sweet carols drifted on hay and animal-scented air. Cows lowed quietly. A warm glow beckoned from an opened door. In awe I thanked God for a tiny glimpse into the wonder of that Holy night when Jesus was born. Treading silently, tears in my eyes, I stepped into the warm light anticipating a baby in a manger. There was my friend, greeting me with a big smile. "Perfect," she said, "A bale of clover, my Christmas gift to your bunnies!" I smiled, handing her the cookies and treasured the gift I had already received.
Father, thank you for the most perfect gift of Your Son!
(c) 2011 Bonnie Mae Evans
One Christmas Eve, after waving good-bye to our guests, I went to feed and bed down my bunnies for the cold night. Grabbing some apple slices as a treat for them I realized to my dismay, that in all the holiday rush, fresh hay had been forgotten. Immediately my thoughts went to the farm lady nearby. She loved animals too and would understand. Quickly calling her, I apologized for the interruption. She seemed genuinely glad to help. I wrapped a box of homemade cookies and hurried out the door.
From the hill, a stunning sunset showcased her farm. Pausing to take in the brilliant orange and violet swirls, I realized this was a special moment, compliments of the Father. In quiet adoration I took a moment to praise Him for the gift of His Son.
Walking the darkened dirt path to the barnyard, another surprise awaited. Ever so softly, sweet carols drifted on hay and animal-scented air. Cows lowed quietly. A warm glow beckoned from an opened door. In awe I thanked God for a tiny glimpse into the wonder of that Holy night when Jesus was born. Treading silently, tears in my eyes, I stepped into the warm light anticipating a baby in a manger. There was my friend, greeting me with a big smile. "Perfect," she said, "A bale of clover, my Christmas gift to your bunnies!" I smiled, handing her the cookies and treasured the gift I had already received.
Father, thank you for the most perfect gift of Your Son!
(c) 2011 Bonnie Mae Evans
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I hear your voice in this sweet rememberance!!
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