Fear no more!

What can I write about…that hasn’t already been done?

What can I say that hasn’t already been said?

 How can I describe something I wasn’t present for,

yet have heard each year.

The wonder portrayed to me each year.

How?

I ask myself

 do I do that.

I guess I don’t. Instead I write, what Christ means to me.

The little baby he was and the sacrifice he did.

Not just for me…but for ALL mankind.

Your Glory, not my own, Lord. 

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a baby’s cries pierced the world

a world not ready, yet waiting so earnestly.

a Mother’s plea for a room

falls on deaf ears, and closed doors.

a Man’s search, to do God’s will

blind was the road he walked, though not forgotten was he.

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The Star shined for all,

for the lowest of men, the shepherds in the fields.

to the highest of kings, three wise men came.

to point to the child, his mother and Joseph.

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Hallelujah! For he is born this day!

A night, such  a holy night

one filled with the mystery of God

a census, what a silly action, yet a work of God.

to illustrate who this king would be.

“Fear not”, the angel said to the shepherds, and to us.

“For I bring you good news of great joy!” the angel replied, to our confused and scared hearts.

“Today, in the town of David, a savior has been born.” the angel announced with great joy.

“For you!” the angel smiled, the Lord’s words washed away our sadness and grief.

From that night forth,

Go tell it on the mountain.

The news for all, for you and me.

Christ is born

Christ is here

He is here for you

He is here for me.

Fear not

Fear, no more.

Merry Christmas to all, Merry Christmas.

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Luke 2:1-20

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Winter Depression

 I couldn’t help but waking up today, off. I couldn’t shake it nor, could I figure out any of it. I am on my break and I should be jumping for joy but instead all I want to do is curl up in my bed and…yeah that is about it.  

I had to do some errand in the morning. And then it stuck me. As I glanced around the open lawn all I saw were little clumps of snow almost melted. The leaves from the trees were finally falling. The warm weather of the week come to halt. Bitter winds brush across my face. The day looked more like a fall day. 

Getting back to what I thought. When I got into the car, I realized I really miss winter. Although we are in winter, nothing is winter. There is no snow. I might be becoming a young lady, however, I still have little girl dreams.  

I want a winter snow to dust the ground. I don’t want it to melt. Then on Christmas Eve, I want it to just snow, snow, snow and snow!!!!!!!!!! I know sounds childish, but I think that is what has me down. But God works in mysterious ways. On my way back from my errands, I heard Christmas Shoes. I cranked up the song, and sang my heart out!!!! 

I might still be a little sad, but some days are good and others not so good. And in the end….that is okay.  So remember what makes your christmas time special. Hold tight to the memories, even if you can’t have all of them. 

 

Merry Christmas, for HE is born!!!!

Teach the Children!

Oh! What a week I have had.  I apologize for not writing much this week. College, finals, it has all been a bit of a blur. However, I think God has really pushed me to see past it all. There are just too many wonderful things about Christmas that I haven’t lost the light. 

 Christmas is such a time of giving. God started such a domino effect. Long a go, in a small town named Bethlehem the best gift was given. From there another gift was given.Gold frankincense and myrrh. The gifts the Wise Men gave to Mary, Joseph and Jesus.  One of my favorite Christmas songs is, The Little Drummer Boy. The love the melody of the song, and it was this year that I realized the true importance of the song. Giving. Every Christmas Eve, I can remember getting all dressed up for church, going to church, coming back eating and then opening presents. Presents are given and received. People all over the world do this. Christmas is truly a time of giving. I think God had plans that Christmas would really be about this. True most people might think of Santa Claus or Chris Kringle. Yet, the idea of giving gifts still remains. 

I don’t think there is anything wrong with Santa. As long as remember why Christmas started, and what it is about, it is okay to want to give and receive presents. As long as we remember the best gift ever given and who gave it to us. When my cousins, siblings and I were younger my grandpa would read this story about Santa. Every Christmas day he would read it and it is that story I want to share below.  It is a little lengthy, however, I really love the story. It is something I always remember. My grandpa, in his deep clear voice saying, “Santa says, Teach the Children……”

“Just a week before Christmas I had a visitor. This is how it happened…I just finished the household chores for the night and was preparing to go to bed, when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I opened the door to the front room and to my surprise, Santa himself stepped out from behind the Christmas tree.

He placed his finger over his mouth so I would not cry out. “What are you doing?” I started to ask. The words choked up in my throat, and I saw he had tears in his eyes. His usual jolly manner was gone.

Gone was the eager, boisterous soul we all know. He then answered me with a simple statement. “TEACH THE CHILDREN!” I was puzzled; what did he mean?

He anticipated my question, and with one quick movement brought forth a miniature toy bag from behind the tree. As I stood bewildered, Santa said, “Teach the children! Teach them the old meaning of Christmas. The meaning that now-a-days Christmas has forgotten.”

Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a FIR TREE and placed it before the mantle. “Teach the children that the pure green color of the stately fir tree remains green all year round, depicting the everlasting hope of mankind, all the needles point heavenward, making it a symbol of man’s thoughts turning toward heaven.”

He again reached into his bag and pulled out a brilliant STAR. “Teach the children that the star was the heavenly sign of promises long ago. God promised a Savior for the world, and the star was the sign of fulfillment of His promise.”

He then reached into his bag and pulled out a CANDLE. “Teach the children that the candle symbolizes that Christ is the light of the world, and when we see this great light we are reminded of He who displaces the darkness.”

Once again he reached into his bag and removed a WREATH and placed it on the tree. “Teach the children that the wreath symbolizes the real nature of love. Real love never ceases. Love is one continuous round of affection.”

He then pulled from his bag and ornament of HIMSELF. “Teach the children that I, Santa Claus symbolize the generosity and good will we feel during the month of December.”

He then brought out a HOLLY LEAF. “Teach the children that the holly plant represents immortality. It represents the crown of thorns worn by our Savior. The red holly represents the blood shed by Him.”

Next he pulled from his bag a GIFT and said, “Teach the children that God so loved the world that he gave…” “Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift. Teach the children that the wise men bowed before the holy babe and presented him with gold, frankincense and myrrh. We should always give gifts in the same spirit of the wise men.”

Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a CANDY CANE and hung it on the tree. “Teach the children that the candy cane represents the shepherds’ crook. The crook on the staff helps to bring back strayed sheep to the flock. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brother’s keeper.”

He reached in again and pulled out an ANGEL. “Teach the children that it was the angels that heralded in the glorious news of the Savior’s birth. The angels sang Glory to God in the highest, on earth peace and good will toward men.”

Suddenly I heard a soft twinkling sound, and from his bag he pulled out a BELL. “Teach the children that as the lost sheep are found by the sound of the bell, it should ring mankind to the fold. The bell symbolizes guidance and return.”

Santa looked back and was pleased. He looked back at me and I saw that the twinkle was back in his eyes. He said, “Remember, teach the children the true meaning of Christmas and do not put me in the center, for I am but a humble servant of the One that is, and I bow down to worship Him, our Lord, our God.”

 

Merry Christmas, for HE is born.

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Thank you Jesus!

I dedicate this poem to two very special ladies in my life. My grandma Ruthann has been there for me. She has inspired me to write all the time. She is so dear to me. The other lady I dedicate this to, is Victoria Langdon! She may not be related to me on a certificate or by blood/marriage. But to the heart she is related to me.  They both have encouraged me to write. Thank you, thank you!!

 

There are only nine days until christmas

I wonder what Mary thought

I wonder what Joseph thought

I wonder what the Shepard thought

I wonder what the Wise Men thought

I wonder what we think

I wonder if we ever ask

I wonder when we realized

That Christmas wasn’t

about the

gifts

the Christmas songs

the christmas movies

the christmas cookies ( even how much I love them:)

I wonder how God smiled

When Christmas touched

the earth.

After years

of sadness, and sorrow

the birth of hope

happened

in the tiny parts

A baby was born

He was born for all

Merry  Christmas 

Winter Opportunities

The snow is dry

It sticks to everything

 

It is pretty and white

But all I see is chilly icicles.

 

They say…

“Let go sledding!” 

 

But all I think..

“No, lets stay inside. 

 

 

Yet, later they come

and say they had fun

 

and Oh how I wish

I had said yes! 

 

But tomorrow

Can still happen. 

 

 

 

 

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Last night’s Christmas movie :)

“What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon, Mary.”

Do you recognize what movie it is? How about another, to jog the ole memory. 🙂

“Remember, George: no man is a failure who has friends.”

I like that one. 🙂 Do you know what movie it is now? Okay just one more. 🙂

Zuzu Bailey: “ Look, Daddy. Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.” 

 

Now I even left you a clue. I kept who said it. Now it takes a special kind of movie to have a little girls name be Zuzu Bailey. Her dad’s name is George and her mama’s name is Mary. The movie is called It’s a Wonderful life.

I just watched to movie, a night ago. And I just loved it. I want to watch it  again and again! 🙂 Why is it movies made it the times of black and white films just have more to them. They have a deeper meaning, but for the most part they are pretty grand.  James Stewart and Donna Reed play the characters George and Mary Bailey. Henry Travers plays the angel, Clarence and helps George see that everything he has really is wonderful.

It really is a delightful film and I encourage you all to go out and rent it. We watched the movie in color, ( that was the only way my sister would stick around 🙂 but if you can only find black and white, it will be just as good!!!

Below is a trailer to the movie, Enjoy! However, I also ask you to refrain from watching the trailer, if you have heard of it. I didn’t know much about the story and it was nice just to watch it, without knowing what it is all about.

Merry Christmas to all, for HE is born!

The First Snow

It’s the most 

beautiful snow

that graced

our little town. 

 

Outside, I hear it.

Soon I awaken from the slumber I am wrapped in. 

 

The metal shovel hitting the cold ground. 

The continuos fall of snowflakes, whiteness the path. 

 

Oh the warmth, from inside. 

Cinnamon coffee sweetens my tongue

Yet, the almond crunch muffins makes me smile.

The two combined, is a perfect combination

 

on this wintery wonderland day. 

 

What the rest of the day

 

Shall bring….

 

Is only in the best wishes of the night. 

12 things of Christmas :)

12 Things about this Christmas elf.

1.Favorites Christmas songs? The little drummer boy, Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Rudolph the Red- Nose Reindeer, O little Town of Bethlehem. 

2. Hot chocolate or Apple Cider? Hot chocolate 🙂 

3. White lights or multi-colored? Both! 

4. Did or Do you believe in Santa Claus? My sister didn’t let me believe in him, but when I was younger I think I would have. I do believe in St. Nick. 

5. Real or Artificial tree? We have an artificial, but someday I want a real one.

6. Favorite Christmas goodies? FUDGE! Sugar cookies, gingerbread cookies. 

7.Hallmark movies? YES! I watch as many as I can!!!! 

8. Do you like winter? I love the colors of winter. I love how cozy winter can be. Plus  I love running outside and twirling in the falling snow. 

9. Favorite decoration? I love putting up my village. It is just so fun to tell a story. 🙂 

10. Snowman, Santa, Reindeer stuffed animal? Snowman! There is just something about Snowman I love! 

11. Skate or sled? Sledding  for sure! Skating is pretty, I am just not good at it. Plus makes my feet too cold. 

12. Is Christmas just about presents? Yes and No. The reason I celebrate Christmas is because long time ago, a little baby was born. A special baby that would later die for me. A little baby that loves me. God have the best gift we could have, salvation and grace. Yes, people exchange presents, and it is all in fun and love. No it isn’t just getting presents. We also should give presents. 

Merry Christmas to all, for He is born!

The lights!

It is picture Friday! I dedicate this pic to my sister. She is one of thee brightest people I know. She loves Christmas. Everything about it. 🙂 When I see this picture I think of her!! Have a wonderful weekend everyone!  To me, this is what Christmas lights should look like 🙂 

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Merry Christmas to all, for HE is born! 

Time to bake!

O the joys of Holiday baking

For baking and cooking are always fun

When you have the best people working

with you.

Today, on this fridged day

My mom and I tucked ourselves inside.

We watched the wind blow and harden on the ground.

Yet inside we were playing with magic.

We mixed and rolled,

tasted and sweetened

We waited and watched

Movies of love and laughter

We cranked up the oven

We placed the little and stout

gingerbread men and women..and little babies

on sheets of parchment paper

We waited for them to rise up

Once out we decorated and tasted

She swirled frosting and I placed red and green M&M’s

On each and everyone one.

The kitchen smelled of

Molasses, Oreo cookie fudge and Mint filled, chocolate dipped cookies

Better than any candle, for certain.

Once finisehd we rested

We hugged.

And when it was time to leave

The memories kept me warm.