A magical little treat just for you. A happy Christmas dream. Sleep tight. Santa's coming.
vintage Christmas card by adeline
In the early hours of the morning, I think of you, O Lord. : As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When can I enter and see the face of God? (Psalm 42: 2-3).