Pregnant...

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There is something special about being pregnant around Christmas for no matter how frantic and frenzied everything gets around you your thoughts never get too far from the life you’re carrying within you.

Be pregnant this Christmas.
Yes, I do mean you…

Be cognizant of the life you carry within you – in your heart. Remember that the relationship you have with the Savior is what those around you, harried in their busyness, are seeking.

This season is all about peace, joy, and love.
We, as children of God, know the truest meaning of those words.
We have experienced peace in the unsure, joy despite long dark valleys, and love that is unconditional.

We know the real reason for the baby in the manger.
We understand that Christmas is really all about Easter.
And Easter is all about God who so desires a relationship with us that He’d sacrifice His Son for our redemption.
Christmas is all about the gift of God’s love.

Birth that gift into your world this season.

Comments

the johnson crew said…
wow, i would have never thought to put it that way, but very good reminder.

God bless you!
November 29, 2010 at 2:46 PM
Unknown said…
So good! I want to be constantly aware of the life I inside of me; the life that this world is dying to know.
November 29, 2010 at 3:03 PM
Holley Gerth said…
Thank you so much for this post, dear Becky, these words encouraged me more than I can express...
November 30, 2010 at 10:02 AM
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