Jude is grinning and dancing around the living room on his tippy toes to the happy tune of one of the many Christmas songs he has learned to love. “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!” I listen to the wonderful Christmas classic as I look out our window at hundreds of palm tree’s, a blazing sun, and feel the 115 degree humid heat hitting me. I could bake some Christmas cookies but I don’t really want to make my house even hotter so I just stand here and think about what this Christmas is going to be like and about all the things God has already done for us to make it...
