May we as we enter this ‘time’ of remembering… the story.
May we as we enter this ‘time’ of worship.
May we as we enter this ‘time’ of knowing~Who we remember
Who we worship and
Who we choose to know as our Savior.
Joining with Deidra on jumping tandem and the Sunday community.
( Originally written in 2010 revised version)
Advent has begun.
The remembering
is moving into a place in our minds and our activities.
We plan our decorations and our shopping and baking.
Oh can we plan a spiritual time too?
I so want to make it a spiritual season
not just filled with packages and stuff that most of us don’t really need.
Grandma will do fun special things for the children
but I want more than anything for them to know
that the season is not about more stuff.
It is about the story.
Matthew 1:18-24
The story of a young couple given a Divine order.
The story of a young couple choosing to be obedient.
Even when they didn’t really know what that meant
or what it would cost them.
The story of a young girl chosen to be a mom
the mom….of a saviour.
Her saviour and ours.
What did she feel like?
What did she think?
When the angel appeared and said to her ‘fear not.’
It would take your breath away.
Fear not… Mary Fear not…
I am standing in the presence of an angel
and I am told to Fear not?
Mary could have said that or at least thought it.
How can I not question
for I am pure of body and heart.
How did she do it and how did they both sleep at night
knowing there would be a son born to them.
I would toss and turn and be forever restless.
Perhaps since she was carrying the saviour of the world
she had an intense peace
‘that passes all understanding-deep within her heart.’
Perhaps as she sat with Joseph and whispered to him,
as he held her shaking hand…
“I am scared, I don’t understand it all but I choose… I choose…
Joseph choose with me…stay with me so we can see…
what the angels have told us.”
Oh what a moment between them.
The choice of obedience and trust.
What a precious little couple…
We sing, “Oh little town of Bethlehem and We three kings of Orient are.”
We sing, “Away in the manger and O Holy Night.”
But can we grasp the HOLY MOMENTS of the passage of time
when it began?
Where everything around them anticipated the birth of a special baby.
The moment when the stillness of the night and the light of the stars were so bright.
The moment and reflection of a scared girl becoming a mom
and a scared dad holding an infant
SO full of power
and yet so full of innocence
as it all began.
They were young.
They were beginning a life full of such uncertainties and yet
they loved the child just as we would love our newborns.
I have held my own grand children and I have seen
how precious
how miraculous
how innocent
how beautiful.
And this baby in the manger
was just like my precious grandchildren.
The difference…
When she held his tiny warm body
she held the SON Immanuel God with us.
Advent is here
may we never forget the journey to the manger
along the path leading to the story.
Lord Jesus Help us to remember
the most important story of all time.
Your story…
this O Holy Night…
as we remember
may we fall on our knees and praise you.
Love this song…we sing it at church and it is so deep and full of meaning.
Alelujah… shout it … tell it… and don’t ever be quiet.
I have had tears so many times… singing this song.
Shout it,
go on and tell it…
That HE is God.
As we enter into our ‘Christmas’ season let us remember the reason for the season.
Shout it…
we will cry out hallelujah…
For HE is our God.
Our reason.
For all we do … and all we are.
Time to take down the fall decorations and move towards the Christmas ones.
Changes are happening again.
Sometimes in the process we can do a little internal mood adjusting too.
Change is hard for me.
I don’t like change.
I don’t like the hassle of re-arranging and re-organizing but when
I finally get it done
I like it.
SO the fall oranges and reds will be packed away and the Christmas greens and burgundy’s will come out of the boxes.
The stockings will be hung on the mantle above and the music will play as the tree is decorated.
The traditions of Christmas will be with us soon.
As we wait for the Holy Night.
Joining with Deidra on jumping tandem and the Sunday community.
Photo by Sharon O of Oregon
The word for the Friday challenge was thank you.
The goal is to write for five minutes with no editing.
Then post your ‘writing’.
Thank you
From the time I remember it was always something I learned to say.
Please and thankyou.
Manners of etiquette and not only that but a pleasing sound to someone.
If someone gives you something you say ‘thank you’.
It is a gesture of kindness.
I am thankful for…
we just left a season of thanksgiving.
A day of giving thanks for many things.
For we are richly blessed.
We have food on our table when we want or need it.
We have hot water for showers or tea.
We have antibiotics when we get sick and washers and dryers to clean up the mess.
There is much to be thankful for.
We have homes that are warm and cars that are easy to navigate.
I have just received a letter from a little five year old in Haiti who says she carry’s water for her family and walks 25 minutes to get to her compassion school.
That is incredible for a five year old.
And she says ‘thank you for sponsoring me’.
I should be the one thanking her for giving me a new perspective that life is so much more than money in the bank and affluent neighborhoods.
Thank you is a gesture of kindness and humility.
I thank you… for being a great encouragement to me.
Always.
Joining Lisa Jo and the link on friday.
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