As I was deciding what to read on my ipad I looked up and there it was. Right behind my tree I could just see the copper cross that I framed and hung on the wall. My beautiful tree, a gift from my children, with ornaments that were gifts from so many through the years, reminds me how much I have been loved. But behind the tree, the cross, the tree on which Christ loved me enough to die for me.
I sit here in front of my computer, overwhelmed by the grace and love that fills my life. No other words.