Easy Advent Stories

The Advent season is my very favorite. After all it is preparing us for Christ's birth on Christmas day. Instead of the typical countdown advent calendar why don't you try something different this year? How about a count down using stories?

Two years ago my sister-in-law gave us Jotham's Journey: an advent story book. It has become one of our families most favorite Advent activity. It has all that a child could want. Adventure, love, mystery, suspense, and a happy ending. Here is the Amazon description of the book.

"In this widely popular, exciting story for the advent season, readers follow ten-year-old Jotham across Israel as he searches for his family. Though he faces thieves, robbers, and kidnappers, Jotham also encounters the wise men, shepherds, and innkeepers until at last he finds his way to the Savior born in Bethlehem."

The best part is there are at least two other Advent story books to follow this one. By the time the first story book comes around three years later your littles will be in a much different place mentally and spiritually so the story will have new life and revelation. And don't worry the stories are challenging enough to move even an adult to tears.

I recommend you order this book soon, because the Advent season actually start before December 1st.

Enjoy!
Kristen

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