Errands this morning and my routes are the simple country roads. Grateful to know them and to feel at home. It took some time. Then I was reading the Psalms, and my mind connected with Christmas.
“Thou tellest my wanderings:
put thou my tears into thy bottle:
are they not in thy book?”
Psalm 56: 8 (KJV)
…there was no room
in the inn.
Luke 2: 7b (KJV)
Manger courtesy of antiqueclipart.com.