Well, it’s that time of year ….time to put aside my animosity toward Galen Weston, those with poor grammar, and people who think it’s clever and neat to have a decal of their name on their car door. Time to remember that we are all precious in spite of, or perhaps because of, our quirks. Like the way I listen to the first minute of each song on a new CD, then skip to the next track, instead of listening to the album all the way through. You still love me, right Clay? :)

We are precious enough that God himself would come to earth in a humble stable as a baby. Helpless, holy, and yet still human. Miraculous.

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