December 25, 2025 • 17 mins
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What changes when a man who distrusts Christmas is visited by three quiet guides who refuse to argue and instead invite him to see? We follow Samuel Hart through memory, present reality, and a possible future to uncover how grief can harden a heart and how small acts of service can soften it again.
We start with a childhood street where a mother teaches that joy grows when shared, then move to a bustling community center where coats, toys, and warm meals translate generosity into action. Leah, Samuel’s assistant, becomes a surprising anchor—voicing care when he only showed distance—and models how advocacy and prayer can hold space for someone who feels unreachable. The turn comes with a stark glimpse of what may be: a life lived efficiently yet alone. That vision doesn’t scold; it clarifies. Futures are built from choices, and even the most practical person can practice love like a daily discipline.
By morning, Samuel chooses to show up. He carries boxes, washes dishes, listens to stories, and rediscovers belonging in the simple choreography of shared work. The story doesn’t erase sorrow or pretend away the past; it reframes healing as attention, presence, and one brave yes after another. If holidays feel hollow, this narrative shows a path back: remember who taught you to give, notice who needs you now, and decide what kind of future you’re willing to build. Along the way we talk grief, community care, service, and the surprising gift of being invited in.
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Daniel Moore (00:19):
Chapter 1.
A Man in a Hurry.
Snow fell over the town ofBrick Ridge like a soft
blessing, though Samuel Hart didnot feel blessed at all.
He hurried down Main Streetwith his coat pulled tight,
muttering to himself about thewastefulness, the clamor, and
the unnecessary cheer of theseason.
(00:40):
Christmas lights blinked fromevery shop window, but Samuel's
eyes did not linger on theirglow.
He carried a stack of foldersunder one arm, work papers,
proposals, and the unfinishedtask that defined his days.
Of all the months to be busy,he grumbled, why must everyone
(01:01):
slow down just when there's realwork to be done?
At 52, Samuel was known in townas a practical serious man who
believed Christmas had becomelittle more than a distraction.
Since losing his wife Claireyears earlier, his heart had
slowly closed itself off.
He had no children, no nearbyfamily, only his work, which he
(01:24):
clung to with unusual devotion.
He turned into his officebuilding just as the church
bells chimed five o'clock.
Inside, his assistant Leahgreeted him with her usual
brightness.
Michelle Moore (01:37):
Evening, Mr.
Hart.
We're heading out for theChristmas outreach at the
community center.
You're welcome to join us.
Daniel Moore (01:45):
Well, thank you, Leah, but I have work to finish.
Have a nice evening.
She hesitated, concernflickering across her face.
Michelle Moore (01:54):
You've been working late every night this
week.
Daniel Moore (01:58):
Maybe some fresh air and fellowship would I said
no, Leah, he snapped, thenimmediately softened his tone.
I appreciate the offer, truly.
Leah gave him a sympatheticsmile.
Michelle Moore (02:11):
All right, but if you change your mind, we'd
love to have you.
Daniel Moore (02:16):
But Samuel, he never changed his mind,
especially about Christmasevents.
He retreated into his office,shutting the door behind him.
It was quiet inside, and hefound some comfort in that.
He sat at his desk, turned onhis desk lamp, and began
flipping through contracts andbudgets.
Hours passed, the world outsidegrew darker, quieter.
(02:40):
By midnight, Samuel stretched,rubbed his eyes, and stood to
leave.
As he reached for his coat, heheard a soft knock on the door.
He frowned.
Leah?
Did you forget something?
The door creaked open.
But it was not Leah.
A man stood in the doorway,young with dark hair, dressed in
(03:04):
a simple tunic-like robe.
His eyes were gentle butpiercing.
Good evening, Samuel, the mansaid.
Samuel's heart leaped.
Excuse me?
Who are you?
And how did you get in here?
My name is Nathan, the manreplied calmly, and I came
because you called out.
(03:26):
I did no such thing.
Nathan smiled faintly.
Your heart called out, even ifyour lips did not.
Chapter two The First Visit.
Samuel stared at the man,unsure whether to demand answers
(03:46):
or call security.
But something about Nathanstilled him.
The air in the room feltdifferent.
Warm almost.
What do you want?
Samuel asked finally.
Nathan stepped forward.
To remind you of what you haveforgotten.
Tonight, I am your guide to theChristmas that you once knew.
(04:09):
Huh.
Samuel scoffed.
I know everything I need toknow about Christmas.
Do you?
Nathan tilted his head.
Come, Samuel, walk with me.
Without touching Samuel, hemotioned toward the door.
The office lights flickered,and suddenly the room dissolved
around them.
The floor vanished, the ceilingfaded, and Samuel felt himself
(04:32):
lifted, not by force, but bylight.
When the light dimmed, he foundhimself standing on a quiet
street, lined with small homesdecorated with simple wreaths.
A child's laughter echoed fromsomewhere nearby.
Samuel's breath caught.
Yes, Nathan said.
(04:54):
Your street from long ago.
A small boy burst out from oneof the houses.
Samuel at seven years old.
He was bundled in a thick coat,dragging a wooden sled behind
him.
His cheeks were rosy, his eyesbright with anticipation.
Mom, young Samuel called,hurry, the snow is perfect.
(05:17):
Claire's laughter drifted frominside, the warm, tender voice
of a mother who loved her familydeeply.
Samuel's hands trembled.
I haven't heard her voice inyears.
His mother stepped out,carrying a small wrapped box.
Michelle Moore (05:35):
Samuel, dear, before we sled down the hill,
we're going to visit Mrs.
Westfield.
She's alone this Christmas.
Daniel Moore (05:44):
But it's Christmas Eve, the boy protested.
Michelle Moore (05:47):
That, she said with a smile, is exactly why
we're going.
Daniel Moore (05:52):
Young Samuel's expression softened.
Even at seven, he feltcompassion.
He took his mother's handwithout complaint, and the two
walked toward a small cottage atthe corner of the street.
Samuel found himselfwhispering.
I remember this night.
Yes, Nathan said softly.
(06:13):
The night your mother taughtyou the joy of giving.
You spent hours with Mrs.
Westfield reading stories andsinging carols.
You gave her your favorite toysoldier, because she said it
reminded her of her latehusband.
Samuel swallowed hard.
I forgot about that.
You once had a heart thatoverflowed, Nathan said, but
(06:35):
over the years, pain anddisappointment buried its glow.
Samuel closed his eyes shaken.
Why show me this?
So you can see what you lost,Nathan said.
And know that it can be foundagain.
Before Samuel could reply, thestreet blurred.
Lights dimmed, Nathan's formbegan to fade.
(06:58):
My time with you ends, Nathansaid, but tonight you will have
another guide.
Wait, another?
Samuel stepped toward him.
But Nathan was gone, and Samuelstood alone.
Chapter three The Second VisitSamuel awoke with a start in his
(07:23):
office chair.
His heart pounded.
The building was silent.
A dream, he whispered.
It must have been a dream.
But the warmth in the room, thescent of pine lingering, none
of it felt like a dream.
Suddenly, a gust of icy windswept through the office.
The lamp flickered.
Samuel turned to the window andgasped.
(07:44):
A woman hovered just outside,though the glass was closed.
She wore a robe woven withthreads of silver and gold,
snowflakes swirling around herlike a crown.
The window swung open without asound.
Michelle Moore (07:58):
Samuel, heart, she said, her voice clear as
winter air.
I am Miriam.
Come, I am the guide of theChristmas, that is.
Daniel Moore (08:08):
Samuel staggered back.
I'm not going anywhere withyou.
Michelle Moore (08:13):
But Miriam reached out her hand and a
gentle force surrounded him.
Not coercive, but inviting.
Warmth filled his chest and hefound himself stepping forward.
The world shifted once more.
They now stood in the communitycenter down the street, bright,
bustling, and filled withlaughter.
(08:33):
Tables were arranged withfoods, coats, and wrapped gifts.
Volunteers hurried about,serving families in need.
Daniel Moore (08:43):
Samuel stared in wonder.
Michelle Moore (08:45):
This, Miriam said, is happening right now.
Daniel Moore (08:48):
He saw Leah, his assistant, laughing as she
handed a warm coat to a littlegirl.
Another volunteer knelt to helpa boy choose a toy.
Children ran across the roomwith paper crafts, their faces
glowing.
Samuel's breath caught.
Michelle Moore (09:09):
You never came to see, Miriam replied.
Daniel Moore (09:12):
Then Samuel saw Leah step aside to speak to a
few volunteers.
Michelle Moore (09:16):
He's hurting, Leah said softly.
Mr.
Hart pretends he's fine, butChristmas is hard for him.
Pray for him.
Okay, he needs joy again.
Daniel Moore (09:26):
Samuel felt a sting of shame.
She she cares that much.
Michelle Moore (09:33):
Compassion grows where the hearts remain open,
Miriam said.
Daniel Moore (09:37):
Across the room, a frail elderly man sat alone at
a table.
A young couple placed a warmmill in front of him.
God bless you, the manwhispered.
Michelle Moore (09:48):
Miriam spoke quietly.
Pain exists in the present,Samuel, but so does grace.
So does community, and so doesthe chance to begin again.
Daniel Moore (09:59):
He swallowed.
Michelle Moore (10:06):
Yes, she said simply.
Or who you might help.
Daniel Moore (10:11):
The scene shimmered.
Michelle Moore (10:13):
You have one more guide tonight, Miriam said.
Listen well.
Daniel Moore (10:18):
And she vanished like snow into the sunlight.
Chapter 4.
The Final Visit.
Darkness fell around Samuel,not frightening darkness, just
the absence of light.
(10:39):
A man approached, older thanthe others, his face lined with
sorrow, his eyes deep as oceans.
His robe was dark, as thoughwoven with shadows of years yet
to come.
I am Eldric, he said, guide ofthe Christmas that may be.
Samuel's heart tightened.
What do you mean may?
(11:00):
The future is shaped bychoices, Eldric said.
Choices you still have time tochange.
He gestured and the darknessparted.
They stood in a small, poorlykept apartment.
Papers filled the table, unpaidbills, scattered notices, a
single lamp flickered weakly.
A man sat alone at the table.
(11:23):
Samuel gasped.
It was him, but older, tired,lonely.
His once sharp eyes now dull,his hair disheveled.
He ate a simple bowl of soup,the steam rising into the cold
air.
No, Samuel whispered, thiscan't be me.
The older Samuel glanced aroundthe room, but there was no one
(11:45):
to talk to.
No one to greet.
No one to visit.
He lifted a small pictureframe.
It was clear.
Dust lined the edges.
Samuel watched in horror.
I never remarried, neverconnected.
Never opened my heart again.
Because you chose isolationover healing, Eldric said.
(12:10):
Work over community.
Logic over love.
The older Samuel set the framedown and sighed deeply, pressing
his face into his hands.
Christmas music played faintlyfrom a small radio, a lonely
melody with no audience.
Stop, Samuel said, his voicecracking.
Please stop.
(12:31):
This future is not punishment,Eldric said gently.
It is the harvest of seeds sownin loneliness.
Tears filled Samuel's eyes.
I don't want this.
I don't want to die alone.
Then change, Eldric said.
Change now, while the clockstill favors you.
The apartment faded, Samuelfelt himself falling, then
(12:56):
landing back in his officechair, the clock struck three.
Chapter 5.
Morning Light.
(13:16):
Samuel awoke with a gasp.
Sunlight streamed in throughthe blinds.
Birds chirped outside.
It was Christmas Eve.
His heart raced but in a newway.
Alive, awake, and open.
He stood, grabbed his coat, andrushed outside with urgency he
hadn't felt in years.
The streets glowed with themorning light.
(13:38):
He jogged to the communitycenter, the doors were open,
volunteers bustling aboutinside.
Michelle Moore (13:44):
Mr.
Hart?
Leah blinked in surprise.
You're here?
Daniel Moore (13:48):
Samuel smiled, truly smiled, for the first time
in a long while.
Well, I'd like to help, ifyou'll have me.
Michelle Moore (13:56):
Leah's face lit up.
Of course.
Daniel Moore (13:59):
Samuel spent the entire day serving, carrying
boxes, washing dishes, handingout toys, listening to the
people's stories.
Children laughed with him.
Volunteers welcomed him warmly.
He felt alive.
Later that afternoon, he satbeside the elderly man that he
had seen the night before.
Merry Christmas, Samuel said.
(14:22):
The man smiled.
Merry Christmas to you, son.
That evening, as Samuel walkedhome, snow began to fall again,
soft, peaceful, like thebeginning of something new.
When he reached his house, hepaused.
For the first time in years, hewanted companionship.
He wanted to open the door tosomeone, not just memories.
(14:44):
He pulled out his phone and hecalled Leah.
Are you spending Christmas withthe family?
He asked.
Michelle Moore (14:51):
We're having the small gathering tonight, she
said.
You're welcome to join us.
Daniel Moore (14:56):
Samuel breathed in the crisp air.
I'd love that.
Michelle Moore (15:00):
And Mr.
Hart, Leah added warmly, Clairewould be proud of you.
Daniel Moore (15:05):
He wiped a tear.
Thank you.
As he walked, he felt theweight of the past lift, the
hope of the present strengthen,and the promise of the future
unfold.
And though he did not see them,somewhere in the falling snow,
three figures watched with quietjoy, Nathan, Miriam, and
Eldric, all fading into thenight, their mission complete.
(15:30):
Samuel whispered into thewinter air, thank you for
finding me.
And Christmas found him indeed,not in lights or gifts, but in
healing, community, and a heartfinally open to grace again.
Michelle Moore (15:50):
Merry Christmas to you all from Marriage Life
and More.
Bye guys.
Daniel Moore (15:55):
See you next week.
Chapter 1.
A Man in a Hurry.
Snow fell over the town ofBrick Ridge like a soft
blessing, though Samuel Hart didnot feel blessed at all.
He hurried down Main Streetwith his coat pulled tight,
muttering to himself about thewastefulness, the clamor, and
the unnecessary cheer of theseason.
(00:40):
Christmas lights blinked fromevery shop window, but Samuel's
eyes did not linger on theirglow.
He carried a stack of foldersunder one arm, work papers,
proposals, and the unfinishedtask that defined his days.
Of all the months to be busy,he grumbled, why must everyone
(01:01):
slow down just when there's realwork to be done?
At 52, Samuel was known in townas a practical serious man who
believed Christmas had becomelittle more than a distraction.
Since losing his wife Claireyears earlier, his heart had
slowly closed itself off.
He had no children, no nearbyfamily, only his work, which he
(01:24):
clung to with unusual devotion.
He turned into his officebuilding just as the church
bells chimed five o'clock.
Inside, his assistant Leahgreeted him with her usual
brightness.
Michelle Moore (01:37):
Evening, Mr.
Hart.
We're heading out for theChristmas outreach at the
community center.
You're welcome to join us.
Daniel Moore (01:45):
Well, thank you, Leah, but I have work to finish.
Have a nice evening.
She hesitated, concernflickering across her face.
Michelle Moore (01:54):
You've been working late every night this
week.
Daniel Moore (01:58):
Maybe some fresh air and fellowship would I said
no, Leah, he snapped, thenimmediately softened his tone.
I appreciate the offer, truly.
Leah gave him a sympatheticsmile.
Michelle Moore (02:11):
All right, but if you change your mind, we'd
love to have you.
Daniel Moore (02:16):
But Samuel, he never changed his mind,
especially about Christmasevents.
He retreated into his office,shutting the door behind him.
It was quiet inside, and hefound some comfort in that.
He sat at his desk, turned onhis desk lamp, and began
flipping through contracts andbudgets.
Hours passed, the world outsidegrew darker, quieter.
(02:40):
By midnight, Samuel stretched,rubbed his eyes, and stood to
leave.
As he reached for his coat, heheard a soft knock on the door.
He frowned.
Leah?
Did you forget something?
The door creaked open.
But it was not Leah.
A man stood in the doorway,young with dark hair, dressed in
(03:04):
a simple tunic-like robe.
His eyes were gentle butpiercing.
Good evening, Samuel, the mansaid.
Samuel's heart leaped.
Excuse me?
Who are you?
And how did you get in here?
My name is Nathan, the manreplied calmly, and I came
because you called out.
(03:26):
I did no such thing.
Nathan smiled faintly.
Your heart called out, even ifyour lips did not.
Chapter two The First Visit.
Samuel stared at the man,unsure whether to demand answers
(03:46):
or call security.
But something about Nathanstilled him.
The air in the room feltdifferent.
Warm almost.
What do you want?
Samuel asked finally.
Nathan stepped forward.
To remind you of what you haveforgotten.
Tonight, I am your guide to theChristmas that you once knew.
(04:09):
Huh.
Samuel scoffed.
I know everything I need toknow about Christmas.
Do you?
Nathan tilted his head.
Come, Samuel, walk with me.
Without touching Samuel, hemotioned toward the door.
The office lights flickered,and suddenly the room dissolved
around them.
The floor vanished, the ceilingfaded, and Samuel felt himself
(04:32):
lifted, not by force, but bylight.
When the light dimmed, he foundhimself standing on a quiet
street, lined with small homesdecorated with simple wreaths.
A child's laughter echoed fromsomewhere nearby.
Samuel's breath caught.
Yes, Nathan said.
(04:54):
Your street from long ago.
A small boy burst out from oneof the houses.
Samuel at seven years old.
He was bundled in a thick coat,dragging a wooden sled behind
him.
His cheeks were rosy, his eyesbright with anticipation.
Mom, young Samuel called,hurry, the snow is perfect.
(05:17):
Claire's laughter drifted frominside, the warm, tender voice
of a mother who loved her familydeeply.
Samuel's hands trembled.
I haven't heard her voice inyears.
His mother stepped out,carrying a small wrapped box.
Michelle Moore (05:35):
Samuel, dear, before we sled down the hill,
we're going to visit Mrs.
Westfield.
She's alone this Christmas.
Daniel Moore (05:44):
But it's Christmas Eve, the boy protested.
Michelle Moore (05:47):
That, she said with a smile, is exactly why
we're going.
Daniel Moore (05:52):
Young Samuel's expression softened.
Even at seven, he feltcompassion.
He took his mother's handwithout complaint, and the two
walked toward a small cottage atthe corner of the street.
Samuel found himselfwhispering.
I remember this night.
Yes, Nathan said softly.
(06:13):
The night your mother taughtyou the joy of giving.
You spent hours with Mrs.
Westfield reading stories andsinging carols.
You gave her your favorite toysoldier, because she said it
reminded her of her latehusband.
Samuel swallowed hard.
I forgot about that.
You once had a heart thatoverflowed, Nathan said, but
(06:35):
over the years, pain anddisappointment buried its glow.
Samuel closed his eyes shaken.
Why show me this?
So you can see what you lost,Nathan said.
And know that it can be foundagain.
Before Samuel could reply, thestreet blurred.
Lights dimmed, Nathan's formbegan to fade.
(06:58):
My time with you ends, Nathansaid, but tonight you will have
another guide.
Wait, another?
Samuel stepped toward him.
But Nathan was gone, and Samuelstood alone.
Chapter three The Second VisitSamuel awoke with a start in his
(07:23):
office chair.
His heart pounded.
The building was silent.
A dream, he whispered.
It must have been a dream.
But the warmth in the room, thescent of pine lingering, none
of it felt like a dream.
Suddenly, a gust of icy windswept through the office.
The lamp flickered.
Samuel turned to the window andgasped.
(07:44):
A woman hovered just outside,though the glass was closed.
She wore a robe woven withthreads of silver and gold,
snowflakes swirling around herlike a crown.
The window swung open without asound.
Michelle Moore (07:58):
Samuel, heart, she said, her voice clear as
winter air.
I am Miriam.
Come, I am the guide of theChristmas, that is.
Daniel Moore (08:08):
Samuel staggered back.
I'm not going anywhere withyou.
Michelle Moore (08:13):
But Miriam reached out her hand and a
gentle force surrounded him.
Not coercive, but inviting.
Warmth filled his chest and hefound himself stepping forward.
The world shifted once more.
They now stood in the communitycenter down the street, bright,
bustling, and filled withlaughter.
(08:33):
Tables were arranged withfoods, coats, and wrapped gifts.
Volunteers hurried about,serving families in need.
Daniel Moore (08:43):
Samuel stared in wonder.
Michelle Moore (08:45):
This, Miriam said, is happening right now.
Daniel Moore (08:48):
He saw Leah, his assistant, laughing as she
handed a warm coat to a littlegirl.
Another volunteer knelt to helpa boy choose a toy.
Children ran across the roomwith paper crafts, their faces
glowing.
Samuel's breath caught.
Michelle Moore (09:09):
You never came to see, Miriam replied.
Daniel Moore (09:12):
Then Samuel saw Leah step aside to speak to a
few volunteers.
Michelle Moore (09:16):
He's hurting, Leah said softly.
Mr.
Hart pretends he's fine, butChristmas is hard for him.
Pray for him.
Okay, he needs joy again.
Daniel Moore (09:26):
Samuel felt a sting of shame.
She she cares that much.
Michelle Moore (09:33):
Compassion grows where the hearts remain open,
Miriam said.
Daniel Moore (09:37):
Across the room, a frail elderly man sat alone at
a table.
A young couple placed a warmmill in front of him.
God bless you, the manwhispered.
Michelle Moore (09:48):
Miriam spoke quietly.
Pain exists in the present,Samuel, but so does grace.
So does community, and so doesthe chance to begin again.
Daniel Moore (09:59):
He swallowed.
Michelle Moore (10:06):
Yes, she said simply.
Or who you might help.
Daniel Moore (10:11):
The scene shimmered.
Michelle Moore (10:13):
You have one more guide tonight, Miriam said.
Listen well.
Daniel Moore (10:18):
And she vanished like snow into the sunlight.
Chapter 4.
The Final Visit.
Darkness fell around Samuel,not frightening darkness, just
the absence of light.
(10:39):
A man approached, older thanthe others, his face lined with
sorrow, his eyes deep as oceans.
His robe was dark, as thoughwoven with shadows of years yet
to come.
I am Eldric, he said, guide ofthe Christmas that may be.
Samuel's heart tightened.
What do you mean may?
(11:00):
The future is shaped bychoices, Eldric said.
Choices you still have time tochange.
He gestured and the darknessparted.
They stood in a small, poorlykept apartment.
Papers filled the table, unpaidbills, scattered notices, a
single lamp flickered weakly.
A man sat alone at the table.
(11:23):
Samuel gasped.
It was him, but older, tired,lonely.
His once sharp eyes now dull,his hair disheveled.
He ate a simple bowl of soup,the steam rising into the cold
air.
No, Samuel whispered, thiscan't be me.
The older Samuel glanced aroundthe room, but there was no one
(11:45):
to talk to.
No one to greet.
No one to visit.
He lifted a small pictureframe.
It was clear.
Dust lined the edges.
Samuel watched in horror.
I never remarried, neverconnected.
Never opened my heart again.
Because you chose isolationover healing, Eldric said.
(12:10):
Work over community.
Logic over love.
The older Samuel set the framedown and sighed deeply, pressing
his face into his hands.
Christmas music played faintlyfrom a small radio, a lonely
melody with no audience.
Stop, Samuel said, his voicecracking.
Please stop.
(12:31):
This future is not punishment,Eldric said gently.
It is the harvest of seeds sownin loneliness.
Tears filled Samuel's eyes.
I don't want this.
I don't want to die alone.
Then change, Eldric said.
Change now, while the clockstill favors you.
The apartment faded, Samuelfelt himself falling, then
(12:56):
landing back in his officechair, the clock struck three.
Chapter 5.
Morning Light.
(13:16):
Samuel awoke with a gasp.
Sunlight streamed in throughthe blinds.
Birds chirped outside.
It was Christmas Eve.
His heart raced but in a newway.
Alive, awake, and open.
He stood, grabbed his coat, andrushed outside with urgency he
hadn't felt in years.
The streets glowed with themorning light.
(13:38):
He jogged to the communitycenter, the doors were open,
volunteers bustling aboutinside.
Michelle Moore (13:44):
Mr.
Hart?
Leah blinked in surprise.
You're here?
Daniel Moore (13:48):
Samuel smiled, truly smiled, for the first time
in a long while.
Well, I'd like to help, ifyou'll have me.
Michelle Moore (13:56):
Leah's face lit up.
Of course.
Daniel Moore (13:59):
Samuel spent the entire day serving, carrying
boxes, washing dishes, handingout toys, listening to the
people's stories.
Children laughed with him.
Volunteers welcomed him warmly.
He felt alive.
Later that afternoon, he satbeside the elderly man that he
had seen the night before.
Merry Christmas, Samuel said.
(14:22):
The man smiled.
Merry Christmas to you, son.
That evening, as Samuel walkedhome, snow began to fall again,
soft, peaceful, like thebeginning of something new.
When he reached his house, hepaused.
For the first time in years, hewanted companionship.
He wanted to open the door tosomeone, not just memories.
(14:44):
He pulled out his phone and hecalled Leah.
Are you spending Christmas withthe family?
He asked.
Michelle Moore (14:51):
We're having the small gathering tonight, she
said.
You're welcome to join us.
Daniel Moore (14:56):
Samuel breathed in the crisp air.
I'd love that.
Michelle Moore (15:00):
And Mr.
Hart, Leah added warmly, Clairewould be proud of you.
Daniel Moore (15:05):
He wiped a tear.
Thank you.
As he walked, he felt theweight of the past lift, the
hope of the present strengthen,and the promise of the future
unfold.
And though he did not see them,somewhere in the falling snow,
three figures watched with quietjoy, Nathan, Miriam, and
Eldric, all fading into thenight, their mission complete.
(15:30):
Samuel whispered into thewinter air, thank you for
finding me.
And Christmas found him indeed,not in lights or gifts, but in
healing, community, and a heartfinally open to grace again.
Michelle Moore (15:50):
Merry Christmas to you all from Marriage Life
and More.
Bye guys.
Daniel Moore (15:55):
See you next week.
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