Advent Day 12

 Take a walk with me. Our 12th day of advent took us to:

Aldi Chocolate: milk chocolate creaminess in the shape of Frosty The Snowman- Yay!

Coffee: Organic Honduras-smoooooooth

Pearl's Treats: Yummy as always and she wanted more.

North Fork Chocolates: Milk Chocolate smoothness in a circular shape with swirl designs on top. 

Lego:  An adorable Porg...RJ is doing a great job on giving me a Star Wars education. 

I pray I am a living stone that walks in the light of Christ.

1 Peter 2:5-9

5 and like living stones be yourselves built into a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.

6 For it stands in scripture: "Behold, I am laying in Zion a stone, a cornerstone chosen and precious, and he who believes in him will not be put to shame."

7 To you therefore who believe, he is precious, but for those who do not believe, "The very stone which the builders rejected has become the head of the corner,"

8 and "A stone that will make men stumble, a rock that will make them fall"; for they stumble because they disobey the word, as they were destined to do.

9 But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God's own people, that you may declare the wonderful deeds of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.

Take a walk with me.

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