The Lord gave me this following word several years ago and it is still resonating in my ears as the cash registers begin to incessantly ring as crowds at the mall increase and driving around and around trying to find a parking space is almost impossible.
Dear Child,
The pressure and stress that robs you of the joy of the season, has been manufactured by man, and has led man into slavery, when this season was to set men free from the bondage of this world. The angels cry “joy to the world” not “stress to the world”. Do not try to package My gift in wrapping paper of stress tied up with a bow of pressure! My gift came wrapped in joy and tied with love. May the joy of the season overflow from your heart as you extend your arms as ribbons of love to others.
Thus saith Papa
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