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A Christmas Moment with Yahweh

 

A Christmas Moment with Yahweh

 

We sat in the Christmas Room in my new building that Father made for me in Heaven.

 

I saw green walls, a fire lit in the fireplace, a decorated Christmas tree, etc.

 

Holy Spirit sat to my left. Father in front of me. Jesus on my right.  Each on Their own chairs.

 

As we were chatting, I tossed a green and red plaid couch pillow at Father.  He said, “Here, this is better.”  He tossed me a balled-up pair of green and red socks.  [This is what my husband’s family does.]

 

As we tossed the sock ball back and forth, I asked what They did for Christmas.  Each mentioned in turn what They did:  They watch what people do on earth.  Holy Spirit helps us celebrate properly.  Father and Jesus join in the celebrations.

 

I flew up onto the top of the Christmas tree and said, “The room looks really nice from up here.”

 

Father said, “Come down from there.”

 

I asked Them, “Could You sing for me?”   They stood next to each other singing in deep voice harmony, a takeoff from ‘We Three Kings.…’

 

Then, Jesus gave me a goofy-looking Christmas hat.   I laughed and said to Them, since I have to wear one, I think You should too!  They backed away from me.

 

Next, I saw Father wearing a luxurious, velvety, Christmas Robe, like what I’ve seen Father Christmas wear in movies or pictures.  He said, "Would you like to try it on?”   Feeling a bit unworthy, but couldn’t resist, I said, “Yes.” As Father transferred it to me, it shrunk to my size  Oh, how good it felt!  Father said, “Absorb this into your nature.”  I did.

 

Jesus stood and walked up to me, handing me a present.   It was an emerald, ruby, and pearl necklace.  He placed it on me.

 

Holy Spirit gave me a one-charm bracelet. “I know how you like bracelets.” The charm is a tiny music box.  Each time I opened it, a new song flowed out.

 

I joyously, with much gratitude, feeling slightly dazed, gave each One a big hug.  First Father – I went into Him; then Holy Spirit – I went into Him; then Jesus, but first I said, “You are so adored!” as I was hugging Him, I went into Him.

 

I asked Them what I could give Them.   Father replied, “Love.”  Jesus replied, “Patience.”   Holy Spirit replied, “Trust.”

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