Anyone who really knows me, knows that I truly hate to climb mountains. There is no part of it that I enjoy. Except the view at the top, but honestly, if I didn't have someone cheering me on the whole time, I would quit every single time. As I was sending a thank you note today, a visual came to me. For the poorest of the poor, getting out of poverty is like climbing a mountain, climbing out of a bottomless pit. You can't get to the top unless you keep plugging along and

The Spirit and meaning of Christmas