The workers who haul away the trash from my apartment complex are on strike, so all week long the garbage has piled up around the dumpsters.
Talk about keeping it real for Christmas Day. My scenic view doesn’t look much like the one in the picture. The streets here are wet from drizzly rain, and there is more garbage.
It gives a whole new perspective to “come as you are.”
I don’t write a lot about being a Christian, since the words I need are usually beyond my writing ability. But sometimes it’s like Christmas Eve at my apartment building.
Jesus shows up in the middle of my mess. He doesn’t wait for me to clean it up first. Like it says, “He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.” I am so thankful.






Have you seen on TV when a gift is unwrapped, the ribbon gracefully falls to the side?

