The Gift


The Gift

Some of us live our lives quietly occasionally looking outward to see what is going on.
When it is our time to pass on we go quietly like a little light that has burned out.

Some of us are destined for big things in life like fame and fortune and we will be remembered in history.
When it is our time to pass on we go with fanfare and time stands still for a second.

Which ever way we live our lives is our choice. God gives us many gifts to pass on to others. It is our decision what we do with each gift.

This Christmas season give all that you can to others so we can imitate the
One who gave His all for us.

He is our gift!

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