The smell of a baked apple pie wafted through each room of the old two-story house. Beverly welcomed the scent upon waking that early Christmas morning. She couldnít wait to help with the most anticipated day of the year.
Before rising, however, Beverly thought about the events soon to unfold. She pictured the large table spread with all kinds of food. She heard in her mindís ear every house guest singing Christmas carols around the worn-out piano. She imagined the joyful expressions of the children as they opened gifts that were donated to them by strangers.
Beverly lay in bed thinking for just a moment longer. She recalled her own Christmas mornings in this house when she was a child. How thankful she was for the caretakers who sheltered abused women and children. How thankful she was for them to let her live here all these years. When Beverly rose, she reached for her cane. No need to turn on a light or summon someone to assist her. She was fully capable of functioning on her own -- and always had been ever since her father blinded her in a fit of rage when she was young.
Now, considerably much older, she made her way down the stairs to begin another day of serving others in spite of her disadvantage. Regardless of our disadvantages, may this Christmas find us serving others who are in need. Lord, help us to look for ways, however big or small, where we can touch another human being with your kindness and love.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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