[the.story]

I’ve been scratching out the story again. The most important story of all.

Writing to tell a little boy the true tale of Christmas. Learning, again, the beauty of it as I write.

A picture of Jesus. From the beginning. It makes me want to somehow pull my Bible into myself. Write these words, God, on my heart. Please. Please.

The Jesus that I love so desperately- is splashed through the pages. And I’m falling in love again. 

After day two, when the story slips in the open secret (someday a man will come who will fight the snake- and win) my little boy has been waiting in anticipation. When the book cracks open each afternoon, he says, “is today the day?!”

How beautiful that the day already came. Jesus bled. Poured his body and blood out to pay the atonement. He already fought the snake and won. And I can be free.

Me! I am free!

What a Christmas present.

It was for freedom that Christ has set us free

No longer to be subject to the yoke of slavery.

Galatians 5:1

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