As I sit here in my parents dining room, I'm thinking about the story of Christmas. I'm thinking about the story of a scared momma, about to bring a tiny little baby into the world. I'm amazed by the man who chose to love her, even if the baby wasn't his own.
I considered going into more detail, but that's enough for me for tonight. I'm just content - content with the fact that I believe in that little baby and He is more than a story to me.
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