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We're all searching.

We may not realize it, but we are. We try to find that perfect thing that will make us feel loved, valued, and complete. And so, we search. We try to find it in our work, our kids, our causes, etc. The list is endless and it provides a temporary fix. We all belong to the same club. A club filled with broken people...in search of.
But God sees us. He sees us running to whatever it is that catches our attention for the moment. He sees that we're tired and weary as we pursue what we are truly in search of.

And what is that?
Love. A Love that can only be found in HIM.
And so for me, I pray. I pray I can be aware when I am caught up in my "search". And instead of looking down, to the left or to the right, that I would lift my head and gaze into the eyes of Love. Into the promise of God who says...
I've never quit loving you and never will.
Expect love, love, and more love!  
Jeremiah 31:3  The Message
This Christmas, know this...You are loved.
The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood.
We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory, like Father, like Son, Generous inside and out, true from start to finish.  John 1:14

Sending Christmas joy to you and yours
and may you live knowing how special
you are and how completely loved you are.

Blessings to you,
Re
This photo is of a miniature winter scene that was constructed by a group of model railroad buffs.
I love the nostalgic theme. It reminds me of a simpler time.



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