Home Alone

I have never, ever been home alone on Christmas Eve. As the realization washed over me, a tiny ripple of feeling sorry for myself began to trickle into my heart. 

But then, the Holy Spirit interrupted with an almost-audible whisper. “This is the perfect night to spend with Jesus.”

Sin Revealed and Holy-Spirit Sealed

A shaft of sunlight beamed its way through the window, and like an arrow that hits the bullseye on a target, this beam of sunshine focused on the rear tire wheel well. And there it was – the tiniest dot of rust! What? I never noticed that before! But the sunlight exposed it.