As I cleaned up our play room to prepare it into a guest room for the holidays, I came across a small manuscript. With hand drawn pictures and cursive writing to make a Moma proud, I sat down and read the 5 pages. As tears filled my eyes, I went to the children and asked, "who wrote this?"
My sweet Georgia claimed the authorship.
"I want to have it published Mommy," she said.
Not having the first clue how to make that happen, I realized that I can be her publisher and let her publish her story on my blog!
So, it's my pleasure to welcome Georgia Mae to "Not My Own" today!
It's that time of year again..... Christmas!
Everyone is rushing around to buy presents or get their tree.
But that's not the reason for Christmas.
It all started with a girl name Mary.
Mary lived in a town in Galilee called Nazareth. One day an angel named Gabriel appeared to her and said, "Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you. Do not be afraid Mary; you have found favor with God. You will give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus."
Mary and Joseph went to a town called Bethlehem. There they looked for a place to stay but there was no room, so they stayed in a barn. Mary had her baby, wrapped him in cloth and laid him in the manger. Then she did what the Lord told her, she named him Jesus.
Jesus came down to earth to save us from our sins.
He was born and grew up and died on the cross for us.
Christmas is the celebration of Jesus' birth. Jesus is our Christmas gift, he is our gift of love.