Seeing a glimpse of God’s heart when my dog plopped onto my lap. Bailey, my poor golden retriever, has had a hard week. A large cyst on her back ruptured, requiring emergency surgery. She now has six inches worth of stitches surrounded by a massive patch of shaved skin. My husband calls her Frankendog, and […]
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Day 4: True Hope
. Christmas without Christ is a season of wishful hope that leaves us unsatisfied. It is a “cross my fingers” hope that the gift I want is under the tree, or a “bite my nails” hope that everything comes together and I did enough to create Christmas magic for my family.