It is the time of year when the cold wind blows, bringing in winter snow.            

It is the time of year when the shorter days grow dark and the leafless trees stand stoically stark.

It is the time of year when those who are homeless fear the cold, wind, and sleet, praying for a place to sleep.

It is the time of year when they bow their heads and say an extra prayer, asking for help from above.

It is the time of year when God is busy listening, His eyes often filled with tears, glistening.   

It is the time of year when He is hoping that others, all  His children, who are sisters and brothers will search their hearts, and do what is right; every day and every night.   

It is the time of year to remember the many blessings, always professing our love for Him above.  

 Plenty to eat, water to drink, the warmth of a home, a bed to rest, living and enjoying life at its best. 

It is the time of year to come together, to make a difference that will last forever. 

 Give what you can; touch a heart, love one another, and discover that we are all part of one big family, a family, that gives, forgives and loves unconditionally.

It is the time of year.






























































































Published by cynthiajeandeluca

My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.

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