You Don't Have Love Without Sacrifice; You

New Steps. That's What It Amounted To. The Two Of Them Were Learning The Steps That Would Bring Them Together, A Dance That Would Take Them Into Forever. A Dance That Could Be Nothing Less Than God's Plan For Their Lives.

The Truth Was This: Love Is A Decision.

Christmas Is ... A Time To Mark Our Progress Through This Earthly Journey. Every December We Can Look Back And Marvel At The Designs Of God And Realize How Very Little We Are In Control Of The Events That Shaped The Past Year. Then, With Hearts Full, Look To The Celebration Of That Silent, Holy Night, And All Its Certainty. Because Of Christmas, This We Know: Christ Was Born For Us. He Is Love, And The Plans He Has For Us Always Surpass Those Of Our Own.

This Last Year... I Learned Something About Family. Like It's Not About Blood Alone. It's Being Connected... It's Growing Up Together And Loving Each Other. It's Believing In The Same God And Knowing You'd Do Anything For The Person Across From You At Dinner.

I Tell Of Hearts And Souls And Dances... Butterflies And Second Chances; Desperate Ones And Dreamers Bound, Seeking Life From Barren Ground, Who Suffer On In Earthly Fate The Bitter Pain Of Agony Hate, Might But They Stop And Here Forgive Would Break The Bonds To Breathe And Live And Find That God In Goodness Brings A Chance For Change, The Hope Of Wings To Rest In Him, And Self To Die And So Become A Butterfly.