Ho, Ho, Ho

… “Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Who was and is and is to come!” Revelation 4:8 (NKJV)

There is a red suited cheerful man that adorns the world at Christmas time. And he often states “Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas!” I know you’ve seen him.

There are many times I’ve considered this an empty greeting.

I am reminded of John 8:7 and Jesus’ words, “He who is without sin among you, let him throw a stone at her first.”

Jesus is the reason for the season I have no choice but to agree. Christmas is when I celebrate the word becoming flesh because of love for you and me.

Those empty greetings have a way of bringing me to my knees. So when the world proclaims HO, HO, HO, I’ll think He’s Omnipotent, He’s Omnipresent, He’s Omniscient.

Though He is supreme He Omnipotent-ly Loves You.

Though He is and always has been with you. He Omnipresent-ly Loves You. Though He knows every thought in your mind, heart, and soul He Omnisciently Loves You.

Prayer:

I thank you Lord that HO HO HO has taken on a new meaning.

 

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Pond Pedaling

For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.” Romans 8:15 (NKJV)

I was four. In route down the bank between the ponds, I had a message to tell Dad. My pink bicycle with training wheels was my ride. This was a new identity. A new freedom.

Then the training wheels sent me off course. I hit a rock and went pond pedaling. I was not afraid. My Daddy was on his way. Meanwhile I held my breath and bike and floated across the pond.

I’m alive and well today. My Daddy saved me.

But that wasn’t the lesson of my submarine adventure. Sometimes that which is
“supposed” to help throws me.

Dad carried me in one arm. My bike in the other. Smiling teeth held the cigar. I told him just how I felt about those training wheels. They came off.

I learned to balance myself. I fell. But learned each fall. They were my falls. Part of my new identity and freedom.

So too is this the case as a child of God. We must seek the Holy Spirit ourselves for what message we are to glean then fearlessly trust Father.

Prayer:

Thank You that I can call you Abba. And while in the midst of the falling it is hard to accept. Thank you that I am free to fall. I will seek Your lesson with each experience.

 

 

 

 

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Angel

These things I have spoken to you while being present with you. But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all things that I said to you. Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. You have heard Me say to you, ‘I am going away and coming back to you.’ If you loved Me, you would rejoice because I said,[e] ‘I am going to the Father,’ for My Father is greater than I.  John 14:25-28

“Mom, I have a question.” Anytime my darling seven year old makes this announcement I consider myself warned.

“An angel appeared to Mary. An angel appeared to Joseph. An angel appeared to the sheperds. How come I have never seen a real angel? Are they even real?”

She has entered the age of reasoning. Earlier this year she began questioning the reality of everything. Including God.

“What does the bible say?” I ask.

“Then why don’t I get to see them?”

“You have something they didn’t have, do you know what it is? ”

Together we seek scripture and she makes the reality. “I have the Holy Spirit.”

“That’s my girl!” My excitement overflowed!

She was disappointed, “But I can’t hear him.” She was afraid.

We read John 14: 25-28.

She he began piecing together songs and activities.

“Would you say your remembering things he taught you?”

A big smile.

“Then you hear Him just fine. Your just learning to listen.”

Prayer:

Thank you that she is Yours Father! May more and more brothers and sisters in Christ learn to listen to The Helper.

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Come Child

And he (the son) arose and came to his father. But when he was still a great way off, his father say him and had compassion, and ran fell on his neck and kissed him.   Luke 15:20 (NKJV)

I will admit it. Today, rather than opening the word of God, or even being still before the Lord, I failed. I woke at4:00 in the morning. It is 10:30 at night. What happened?

My still ailing husband returned home from a long days work. A sleepy potty trained child, wanted her tummy rubbed to fall back to sleep. A big sister anxious for sisters response to the holiday festivity of the home.

One off to school. Another to the doctor. Electric man came security light repair. Aunts/ mom game day, laundry, pharmacy run, store run, water run, feed the pasture animals, feed the pinned cattle, feed the children and me at some point, see the hubby off to work. Get the girls ready for the program. Go to the program.

87 preschool children dressed in their best singing HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS !

God found the way to still my heart today. Thank You Jesus!

Prayer:

Lord of all creation I thank You. You call me Your child. And You call me to You. And Father thank You for coming to me when I am a bit of a way from You.

 

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Potty Put Away

And He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of His kingdom there will be no end. Luke 1:33 (NKJV)

I put the baby potty chairs away today. One would never assume that would be an emotional activity. But I’m sure some mother’s can relate.

Unlike Jesus Christ who is the same yesterday, today, and forever. (Hebrews 13:8) We are not. Neither so are our children. And sometimes that reality hurts. Especially if I remain in the focus of these girls being “my'” babies.

At times like this I cherish the little moments when my children are just that, children. Be it a four year old anxiously awaiting the arrival of St. Nicholas and in full belief of the “magic” or the seven year old who realized the truth yet yearns so to help her sister believe longer.

I read 2 Corinthians 5:17 to focus on today and that I am made new and read Matthew 6:34 when my mind jumps to tomorrow with less than hopeful anticipation.

Prayer:

Lord I thank you that yesterday is indeed yesterday. I praise you for today and embrace what it holds. And as for tomorrows Lord… when eternity is with you I do indeed look forward to tomorrow.

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More than Before

For with God nothing will be impossible. Luke 1:37

The past several days I have found myself fixed on the Earthly parents of Jesus. Not only their obedience but their confidence in that time. It means more than before. Though I am not yet sure the full message God would have me glean from this focus.

Joseph though of no blood relation to Jesus, is the vehicle of the promise. In this way Jesus was adopted.

The fact that Joseph accepted the girl with child, unashamedly, after convening with a messenger from God. I’m reminded that they did not yet have the Holy Spirit.

Then the young virgin Mary. After hearing she was to carry the son of God, rejoices.

Both parents ready and willing to carry Jesus with them. Neither asked why or tried to deny God and His will for their lives.

Prayer:

Gracious Heavenly Father, how wonderful You are.  I thank You that You are the God of details. Help me rest in Your word with confidence Lord.

 

 

 

 

 

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Soul Flake

She is not afraid of snow for her household, for all her household is clothed with scarlet. Proverbs 31:21 (NKJV)

So many years of my youth I yearned to experience a white Christmas. These days the idea of snow seems frightening. Almost as frightening as this world we live in. The following words make me feel warm among cold. Though I do not know how others will receive them. Enjoy!

Snowflake touched my soul. Did it melt? No Doubt. Soul meets blizzard. Did it make it out?

Snowflakes are unique. No two are the same. Gods creation too, us each known by name.

Water meets could air, perfect proportion. Holy Word meets flesh, sanctification.

Individual, free falling from high. Humbly seeking, why me Father, why?

Strength when together, almost drawn to be. Faithful fellowship, camaraderie.

Force pulls to the earth, gravity Gods grace. Satan controls skin, soul, flesh; face to face.

Fades away in time. Consistency calls. Though the when varies, flesh fails and falls.

Praise to you Father. How was I to know, You would show glory, in a flake of snow?

Prayer:

Thank You for Your Holiness. Your cover Lord, though scarlet upon its coming, shall be seen as white as snow.

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Sound of Forgiveness

 But as we have been approved by God to be entrusted with the gospel, even so we speak, not as pleasing men, but God who tests our hearts. 1Thessalonians 2:4 (NKJV)

Growing up Christmas was gifts, food, and family. Love was abundant, but the story of Jesus’ birth was softly spoken.

I had confused religious views.

I believed Jesus was indeed alive. He lived among innocent suffering. No child’s suffering was going to be on my behalf. I felt more than deserving of punishment. But if anyone was going to suffer consequence for my sin it would be me. I was so prideful.

Punishment was discipline. Discipline was love. Applying self-discipline was me loving me. I, with me and myself, had the power of my tomorrow.

I was a sinner living life without God. The Holy Spirit met me where I was in life and over time. Through Jesus Christ “sound” came to forgiveness.

My sound and story are unique by God’s design.

Now Christmas includes gifts, tree, and Santa. We set up nativities, sing Happy Birthday Jesus, read and share His story. Then we share our stories.

I’m a Christian. My voice brings sound to forgiveness.

Prayer:

Dear God, Thank You for all that is my life. As I speak of Your forgiveness may my voice be pleasing.

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Christmas Memory

Growing up my family was rich. Rich in love for one another. Rich in family ties. Rich in personality. Rich in just about every means except for money.

We lived in a single wide manufactured home. Two bedrooms. One bathroom. A living room. A kitchen. And about one hundred acres of land surrounding it.

At Christmas I had the best bed… my bed was in the living room the tree was always in my sight. I remember when I was five or so. I woke up to the door closing, there were presents under the tree and they had just shown up… I had been up not even an hour before and there weren’t any then. That had to be Santa leaving. I jumped up out of bed ran to the door and peered outside. I saw Santa. Sled, reindeer, and all running and taking off from the side of the hill.

“Wake up! Wake up!” I was a bit excited standing at the door with it wide open. “Santa was here and I saw him.”

“Whatever twerp.” My 11 year old brother was a bit less impressed than I was with the visitor.

“I did. I can proove it. His sleigh took off from the side of the hill. Comeon I will show you.”

Mom, Dad, Brother and I walked out to the hillside and I showed them the sleigh marks.

“Told ya!”

He was such a good big brother as looking back he could have busted my bubble at any point. This happened to be the same year that I had stumbled upon the stack of gifts hidden in mom and dads room. I told myself that Santa must enlist parents to hold the gifts and he brings the extra special ones on Christmas morning. So seeing Santa had a particularly special spot in my heart this specific year.

I figured out the truth the following year but did not let mom and dad know… I wanted them to continue letting me believe for a while. It was while it lasted.

The miracle of Christmas. The wonders and the beliefs in the unexplainable. The free gifts. Just because of love and with nothing expected in return. How beautiful. Thank You God, I believe.  

 

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