Is There Room in the Manger of Your Heart?
“That’s where baby Jesus is.” Said the three year old, bright eyed girl pointing at the manger, the rustic, splintered wood, feed trough like structure. “Yes, my love, that’s where He laid.” I replied. “He went there too”..she pointed up at the wooden cross. “Yes, baby He did.” I replied with a lump in my throat. I looked down at her as she wrapped her tiny arms around my leg. “Mama Mary is with Him?” She asked. I nodded and scooped her up into my arms as I too looked upon t