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1st Corinthians 13--Adapted for Christmas:
 
"If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another decorator. 
 If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another cook. 
 If I work at a soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home, and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing. 
 If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties, and sing in the choir's cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point. 
 Love stops the cooking to hug your child.
  Love sets aside the decorating to kiss your husband. 
Love is kind, though harried and tired. 
 Love doesn't envy another's home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens. 
Love doesn't yell at the children to get out of the way.
  Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return, but rejoices in giving to those who can't. 
 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things. 
Love never fails.
Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust. But giving the gift of love will endure."
  ~ Unknown.

 

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  1. How very convicting and appropriate for this busy season! I've not seen this before, so I'm glad you shared it.

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