Happy Birthday Jesus!

Isaiah 9:6-7 (New King James Version)
6 For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace

Comments

Author and Editor Sandra D. Bricker said…
Beautiful! Sending blessings to you and your family, my friend. Happy Christmas!
December 25, 2009 at 9:32 AM
Jessica Nelson said…
Thank you Sandie! Blessings back atcha! :-)
December 25, 2009 at 9:47 AM
anita said…
How beautiful. And thank you for the reminder; today is about so much more than materialistic gain and good food. It's about the ultimate Gift--The One that money cannot buy.

May our Lord bless you and your family with wonderful memories today, Jessie!
December 25, 2009 at 9:56 AM
Jessica Nelson said…
Aha! You made it on the computer. LOL Have fun at your in-laws Anita! I hope it's a wonderful day for you. :-)
December 25, 2009 at 10:07 AM
Tabitha Bird said…
Jess, have a wonderful Christmas! Thanks for being such a friend of my little blog. :) We both thanks you from the bottom of our hearts. Writing into a void would be dull indeed :)
December 26, 2009 at 1:51 AM
Jeanette Levellie said…
Jessica: Thanks for always being there for us. Just like Jesus, you are lovely.
December 26, 2009 at 1:49 PM
Kara said…
Beautiful! Merry Christmas:)
December 26, 2009 at 8:47 PM
Claudia Brown-Mosley said…
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Years! God bless you and yours
December 26, 2009 at 11:07 PM
Angie Muresan said…
So beautiful, Jessica! Blessings in abundance upon you and your family.
December 27, 2009 at 5:03 AM
Pen Pen said…
WOW!! She's incredible!!
I hope ur Christmas was heart warming!!
January 7, 2010 at 4:51 AM
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