Christmas Countdown! #22 1Corinthians 13

A CHRISTMAS VERSION OF 1 CORINTHIANS 13

If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows,

strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls,

but do not show love, I'm just another decorator.

If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies,

preparing gourmet meals and

arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime,

but do not show love, I'm just another cook.

If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and

give all that I have to charity,

but do not show love, it profits me nothing.

If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and

crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and

sing in the choir's cantata

but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.

Love stops the cooking to hug the child.

Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.

Love is kind, though harried and tired.

Love doesn't envy another's home that has

coordinated Christmas china and table linens.

Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way,

but is thankful they are there to be in the way.

Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return

 but rejoices in giving to those who can't.

Love bears all things, believes all things,

hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails.

Skateboards will break, 

new earrings will be lost,

golf clubs will rust,

but giving the gift of love will endure forever!

 

 

Christmas Countdown! #21 - A Merry Little Wish....

I wanted to send you....

 

This adorable card was made by Nikki Spencer....

love the layer of Iridescent Ice embossing powder...

 

 

She also made several "matching" cards

 using the same colors... with Festival of Trees!

 

 

 

I also created many and I mean MANY card packets

(like 40+ with 4-5 cards in each packet) from my

inventory of Christmas cards and gave them as

gifts to the girls in the office and friends at church.

Absolutely the perfect gift...

they all loved them.

 

All Made from the Heart!

 

Christmas Countdown! #20 - From the Cradle to the Cross

The story of Christmas is the ultimate story of life, of hope, of freedom. The beautiful and mysterious intersection of humanity’s depravity and Divinity’s provision. A complex invasion of darkness by light. By love. By a love that breathes life and brings beauty.



A LOVE THAT BREATHES LIFE

In the beginning, Love breathed life into the made-from-dust lungs of Adam. Life-giving love. The perfect and complete love of a holy, eternal God who spoke words and created new galaxies – new wonders – new worshipers. All was made so that He might be glorified. We His image bearers, however, are different from all other creation in that we are made to know Him. Personally. To know Love. True, pure, eminent love.

Then, stains of rebellion brought separation. Rebellion of God’s plan – of His spoken word, of His will. Human wants and desires rose to rule – our own wills were done instead of God’s: in the Garden… in my life… in yours.

And though rebellion demands death, (Romans 6:23) God’s love pursues with life-giving power. This Love that descended from heaven to earth, came to speak life to death through the incarnate Grace that was wrapped in swaddling clothes in a humble manger. From the cradle to the cross, Jesus came on a love mission.

This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. 1 John 4:9-10

A LOVE THAT BRINGS BEAUTY

Jesus came upon the no-vacancy scene in Bethlehem to annihilate death – so that we, who are hopeless without Him, could experience love, forgiveness and freedom. Full life. Abundant life. Beauty-from-ashes life.

Childhood gave way to manhood, and at the age of thirty, Jesus Christ made his love mission known. While in a synagogue in Galilee, he unrolled an ancient scroll and found the place where it is written:

“The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”

Then he rolled up the scroll, gave it back to the attendant and sat down. The eyes of everyone in the synagogue were fastened on him. He began by saying to them, “Today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing.” Luke 4:14-21

The story of Christmas is the story of Jesus. The story of captives being set free, of the blind gaining sight, and of our stains of rebellion being washed white in his blood.

The story of Christmas is the story of life.

Christmas Countdown! #19 - Attitude of Gratitude

Is your heart overflowing?? I hope so... and as I examine mine I want to be sure that I'm not just being emotional (the ooey gooey kind), but externally being thankful during this holiday season and letting my gratitude show! Sometimes that's easier said than done... but it's vital for those we love and cherish... whether it be our physical family or spiritual family or our friends and neighbors, old and new!



Yes the "reason for the season" (as it should be every day) is the gift God has given us first and foremost, his Son... and our spiritual family... and because of that we have been given all the gifts we need in our physical family and friends. That's the truth and that's what I often overlook. If I'm being honest with myself, I realize my expectations and anticipations are often far beyond what any human could possibly deliver... so I wanted to share this korny poem I found... but it really does say it all... no matter who my "honey" is... it's my attitude of gratitude!

Honey You Are..

My sunny sky

My favorite high

My sweetest gift

My emotional lift

My best friend

Until the end

My inspiration

My destination

My shining light

My day and night

My heart healer

My anger chiller

My gem so rare

My answered prayer

My heart and soul

My life made whole

My merry-go-round

My “up” when I’m down

My best chance

My last dance

My best shot

My kumquat

My energizer

My appetizer

My morning sun

My evening fun

My dancing partner

My heart’s gardener

My source of laughter

My ever after

My heaven sent

For who I’m meant

My burning fire

My greatest desire

My soul mate

My sweet fate

My dream lover

My “before all others"

My confidence

My common sense

My reason why

Until I die

xoxoxoxoxo

Christmas Countdown! #18 - How Far Would You Go?

Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, “Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star in the east and have come to worship him. Matthew 2:1   

 

 An African boy listened carefully as his teacher explained why Christians give presents to each other on Christmas day. “The gift is an expression of our joy over the birth of Jesus and our friendship for each other,” she said.

 

When Christmas day came, the boy brought to the teacher a seashell of lustrous beauty. “Where did you ever find such a beautiful shell?” the teacher asked as she gently fingered the gift.

 

The youth told her that there was only one spot where such extraordinary shells could be found. When he named the place, a certain bay several miles away, the teacher was left speechless.

 

“Why…why, it’s gorgeous…wonderful, but you shouldn’t have gone all that way to get a gift for me.”

 

His eyes brightening, the boy answered, “Long walk part of gift.”

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Don't you just love that story? During the holiday season, we scurry about swiping those plastic cards through the credit card machines faster than a speeding bullet. And yet, God has already shown us that the most precious gifts cannot be bought or sold.

 

The magi also knew about the joy of giving. While they gave gold, frankincense, and myrrh to the Christ Child, they also gave another gift…a long walk. We don’t know how far the magi traveled, but we do know that it was a distance that took months, perhaps years. Their long walk was part of the gift.

 

I wonder how far we are willing to go to worship Jesus…to bring our gifts to Him. I wonder how far out of the way we will go to praise Him. Do we only give to Him when it is convenient or easy? Or do we give what He wants most—a portion of our selves, our very lives.

 

I think the little African boy had the right idea. The real gift wasn’t the shell; it was the sacrifice he had to make to give it.

 

God gave us an incredible gift through is Son. I pray that we all will keep gift giving in perspective this holiday season and give gifts from the heart rather than the pocketbook. Most importantly I pray that we give God the only gift he wants... us.

 

Christmas Countdown! #17 - My Letter to Santa

Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned, and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground and figured out how to attach nine patches onto my daughter's girl scout sash with staples and a glue gun.

I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

 

Here are my Christmas wishes:



I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache after a day of chasing kids (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to carry a screaming toddler out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like a car with fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays big-people music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking daughter doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with one potty-trained toddler, two kids who don't fight, and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting, "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.

And please don't forget the Play-doh Travel Pack, the hottest stocking stuffer this year for mothers of preschoolers. It comes in three fluorescent colors and is guaranteed to crumble on any carpet making the in-laws' house seem just like mine.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.

 

If you don't mind I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It would clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family; or if my toddler didn't look so cute sneaking downstairs in his pajamas to eat contraband ice cream at midnight.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the chimney and come in and dry off by the fire so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table, but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Your's Always,

Mom

P.S. One more thing: You can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young...

 

 



Christmas Countdown! #16 - My Secret Santa List

 For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. They are plans for good and not to harm you, to give you a future and a hope.  Jeremiah 29:11 
 
Every year, I make a Christmas list comprised of every person for whom I am buying a gift. Beside each name, I write what I am getting for them - with an idea of what I want to get and how cost to spend on that gift - and whole-heartedly declare not to spend one penny more. Somehow, the amount I actually spend rarely coincides with the amount I intended to spend, but I digress!

With every purchase, I then mark it off my list.  Done!



I carry that list everywhere I go because there are evil people lurking in my home who will go to any lengths to find that list. Why? Because I am the Queen of Christmas Surprise! I have to guard the Secret Santa List with my life in order to keep my “Queen-ship” status secure.

The Secret Santa list is hidden in unusual places such as a random file on my computer, in the pocket of an old purse, in my underwear drawer – you get the picture.

I know where that Christmas list is at all times because it is my gift-giving plan for the holidays.

I wish I were just as concerned about my God List.

 

I know I need to seek God and His plan for my life through the Word, but there are days when I don’t spend enough time reading and studying the Bible to discern that plan.

I know I need to pray like crazy to make it through each and every day. Instead, I plead for escape routes from the problems staring me in the face.

 

I really want to carry His life plan for me in my heart and mind, constantly making choices and decisions in light of that list, guarding it like the treasure map of eternity that it truly is.

But I have come to realize that just knowing God’s plan for my life does not guarantee success.

I must do the plan. That is where obedience comes in. An obedient heart is a “fixed” heart - the only gift God wants from us this holiday season.
 

Psalm 108:1
“O God, my heart is fixed!”

 

A “fixed” heart is a determined heart, a steadfast heart that is rightly focused on God and on His plan instead of insisting on clinging to our own personal agenda. When we choose to follow God’s plan, the desires of our heart will line up in obedience to that plan, and we will do what we were created to do.  It sounds so simple, doesn’t it? It isn’t.

I must be deliberate in my obedience. Every choice I make, every word I say, every thought I have demands a radical obedience to the standards of God.

Life is so daily, isn’t it? And just about the time we think we have it all figured out, God arranges a reality check to remind us that without Him – we will fail.

Failure is not final. It is inevitable. We are frail human beings. We are mortal.
But there is good news! Our greatest opportunities to grow are often packaged in the ruins of failure.

The fact that we are frail humans makes us desperate for God. Our greatest hope is fulfilled by the fact that Jesus came, lived, and died to make it possible for us to know Him.

Knowing God changes absolutely everything.

Maybe today is a good time to stop, go back over my list, and review those life lessons I have learned, checking to see where I really am in my walk with God.

Maybe today is the perfect time to revisit the manger and truly celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ by giving Him the gift of obedience.

Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. James 1:22