A page from their Play Book

It is Christmas Eve, 2015. 

Like the rest of you, I am remembering many Christmases Past.

Ah yes - memories... We all have them...some are good and of course some are not.

It was our first Christmas in Jacksonville.  In many ways that should have been my worst Christmas and to be honest I can tell you - it was pretty bad.

On Christmas Eve afternoon, life long friends, Bill and Anna Jean Kindred came to the side door of my parents' home.  They were Sunday School teachers at Glendale Community Church where we were worshipping at that time. 

It seems that Renee and Tray (who were 8 and 5) had shared a prayer request.  They both wanted bicycles.

And so it was that on Christmas morning, 1982, Santa Claus left two used bikes - one for each of them.  They were in great condition.

Now to my youngest children - this has never seemed the least bit strange.  Along with their older sister, they just believe if you need or want something you just ask.

Their mother needs to  take a page from their play book - or with all due respect = their "PRAYER BOOK".