But when the right time came, God sent his Son, born of a woman, subject to the law. God sent him to buy freedom for us who were slaves to the law, so that he could adopt us as his very own children. And because we are his children, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, prompting us to call out, “Abba, Father” (Gal 4:4–6, NLT, italics mine).
I love receiving Christmas cards. Have you noticed how elaborate, creative, and decorative Christmas cards have evolved? Some even have sparkle—dashes of glitter and gold leaf—within the lettering that often reads, Merry Christmas or Joy to the World, or Season Greetings.
What about photo cards? Each picture tells a story of a family, friend, and dear one. I can’t help but look at each one carefully and wonder what God has done in each person’s life. And so I pray for every child, the new babies, new family members, and even a missing one—a person absent from what I know and expect. I pray for the grieving, the hurting, those who find themselves in the depths of suffering during this joyous time.