They were so excited about this new job. (It seems it is far more exciting to shovel snow on a neighbor's sidewalk rather than on your own sidewalk.) They hurried out - all bundled up and ready for the awaiting job. The last thing I heard as they headed out the door with grabbing their gloves was, "This is great maybe we will be able to invite her to the cantata on Sunday!"
My youngest daughter was able to start to chat with the neighbor and had the opportunity to share Christ. She asked her if she knew the Lord as her Savior. The lady told her that she did not and that she knew that she was not headed to Heaven. My Abbey told her that she could go to Heaven. To this, the lady told her that she had done a lot of bad things in her life. She seemed to be saying to Abbey that she had done far more than would ever be allowed one headed to Heaven. It was then that Abbey told her - "That does not matter to God, He forgives everything!"
Praise the Lord He does! Where would I be today if He didn't forgive it all! "Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow."
His birth - Breathtaking!
His death - Priceless!
Rejoicing in His Forgiveness,