There are certain things that I can predict will happen every year during the Christmas season:
* Steve will always say we started too early to decorate
* There will be certain events that will happen:
~ The Moles Ladies brunch, the Small group soup supper,
~ the Saints' brunch (those are the wonderful ladies in our church who have inspired me and given a picture of what grace looks like),
~ Christmas caroling at the nursing home with the funeral home (this event drives Jane nuts!) This year we did a new assisted living group AND the old nursing home called and asked when we were coming to sing for them. Not that they don't have great groups come to sing, but one lady told us that we were so good...let me just say, we are not. This year as we waited for our pianist to arive I played Mary had a little lamb on the piano...with chords.
* I will usually try to shop in one fell swoop...I was almost done
* Our DWIPs will go to Seattle on the train
* Steve will laugh at Home Alone 1 and 2 like he had never seen it before
Traditions are becoming moreand more in this "new" place where we live, but ever since I became a believer, there is always a morning that I am overwhelmed at the presence of God. Today was that morning. It was quiet, Steve was upstairs asleep and I began my devotions. I always ask questions when this time comes about.
Jesus, did you know as a toddle that your feet and hands would be pierced? When did you realize hat you were the same God who, with His Father, spoke the heavens into place? As a child, did the depth of the love you had for me, wrap its arms around you? Did you ever become overwhelmed with the inevitable? Did you know that you would have to rely on a teenager to take care of you? What did you know?
Did Mary fully realize what her heart would have to endure? Did Joseph, quiet Joseph, realize that he would be a figure in he nativity set, but we wouldn't know a lot about him? Did he get grief from his friends and family because of their situation? Did Mary and Joseph realize that they would have to move away to protect their precious gift from God?
Yes, ever Christmas, I am overwhelmed by the presence of His glory. The submission of the King. The love of the Father. The willingness of a teenager to be the handmaiden of God. I am overwhelmed...because, He gave His life for me 33 years later. He loved me. He wanted me to be obedient, submissive, willing, and overwhelmed in His presence.
Merry Christmas. Think on the story of Christmas...it is a glorious love story filled with His overwhelming presence if you allow Him to invade your life.
* Steve will always say we started too early to decorate
* There will be certain events that will happen:
~ The Moles Ladies brunch, the Small group soup supper,
~ the Saints' brunch (those are the wonderful ladies in our church who have inspired me and given a picture of what grace looks like),
~ Christmas caroling at the nursing home with the funeral home (this event drives Jane nuts!) This year we did a new assisted living group AND the old nursing home called and asked when we were coming to sing for them. Not that they don't have great groups come to sing, but one lady told us that we were so good...let me just say, we are not. This year as we waited for our pianist to arive I played Mary had a little lamb on the piano...with chords.
* I will usually try to shop in one fell swoop...I was almost done
* Our DWIPs will go to Seattle on the train
* Steve will laugh at Home Alone 1 and 2 like he had never seen it before
Traditions are becoming moreand more in this "new" place where we live, but ever since I became a believer, there is always a morning that I am overwhelmed at the presence of God. Today was that morning. It was quiet, Steve was upstairs asleep and I began my devotions. I always ask questions when this time comes about.
Jesus, did you know as a toddle that your feet and hands would be pierced? When did you realize hat you were the same God who, with His Father, spoke the heavens into place? As a child, did the depth of the love you had for me, wrap its arms around you? Did you ever become overwhelmed with the inevitable? Did you know that you would have to rely on a teenager to take care of you? What did you know?
Did Mary fully realize what her heart would have to endure? Did Joseph, quiet Joseph, realize that he would be a figure in he nativity set, but we wouldn't know a lot about him? Did he get grief from his friends and family because of their situation? Did Mary and Joseph realize that they would have to move away to protect their precious gift from God?
Yes, ever Christmas, I am overwhelmed by the presence of His glory. The submission of the King. The love of the Father. The willingness of a teenager to be the handmaiden of God. I am overwhelmed...because, He gave His life for me 33 years later. He loved me. He wanted me to be obedient, submissive, willing, and overwhelmed in His presence.
Merry Christmas. Think on the story of Christmas...it is a glorious love story filled with His overwhelming presence if you allow Him to invade your life.
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