Walking this cold winter day in upstate New York I saw a large wooden manger scene empty from Christmas past. The plastic figurines were gone into storage, the wind blew at the hay hanging on. A real and strong presence of God’s grace, guidance and blessings assured me once again of His past and future love.
I saw how God’s love was constantly poured into my life while writing the first volume of The Threshold as a Christian. But my first 36 years I lived without Christ and…..