The Best Gift

I'm yankee or a transplanted southerner as some would put it. I grew up in Western New York state or the first twelve years of my life. The cold winters brought much lake affect snow from Lake Ontario and the other  Great Lakes. As I look outside the window now, I am reminded of the winters I once knew. Winters full of snow. To the typical southerner, snow is either exciting or burdensome. I see snow as a gift. A gift of my childhood memories. As I draw on my memories, whether they be good or bad, I am reminded once again of the best gift. Christmas is right around the corner and for many of my readers they celebrate Christ and others just for the cause of a holiday.  Christ is the best gift. His birth. His death. His resurrection. And all to offer for someone like me...a broken piece pottery that does not deserve saving but to be thrown to ashes and flame. And yet he did and will as he always had done.

Snow is a gift but Christ is the best and better gift of all.
My Great High Priest. ❤️