Christmas was approaching. I had been asking God to help me tell the Christmas story to my Kindergarten class in a way that they had not heard it before. I was prepared with my illustrations as we sat on the floor together. Suddenly, I realized that I was telling it in poetry form from beginning to end. It was coming from my heart in a Biblical account, but in children's language. God was answering my prayer. The children wanted to hear it again and again. I soon realized I had no way of retrieving the words because they ...
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Christmas was approaching. I had been asking God to help me tell the Christmas story to my Kindergarten class in a way that they had not heard it before. I was prepared with my illustrations as we sat on the floor together. Suddenly, I realized that I was telling it in poetry form from beginning to end. It was coming from my heart in a Biblical account, but in children's language. God was answering my prayer. The children wanted to hear it again and again. I soon realized I had no way of retrieving the words because they had never been written. Late that evening, when all was quiet, I sat down with paper and pencil, said a quick prayer, and it all came back to me word for word. God had answered my prayer again as I wrote the book entitled "God's First Christmas Gift".
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