Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Our Christmas story


 

 









#236 - 252

  • Sweet Bec giving us the gift of song. Thanks for learning it and playing
  • That at 18 y.o, you still run for your bucket-o-dinosaurs
  • Warm homemade apple pie in an apple, thanks Bec!
  • Singing the 12 Days of Christmas loudly as we drove through WINTER WONDERLAND. Never get tired of the lights
  • Funny looking snowman cookies that make me LOL you're the best Reece
  • Pies galore from my guy who loves to bake
  • Candles candles everywhere
  • Taking sweet Betty to her 1st trip to the Spaghetti Factory
  • My new gold sparkly leaf
  • Colorful Christmas ornaments
  • All kinds of Christmas music
  • Stocking hung by the chimney with care
  • New recipe for Crock Pot Maple Brown Sugar Ham
  • Our eternally patient pets that let us dress them up
  • Working together as we face a year of 1st's with a Dad's passing
  • Sweet Betty telling us all the Chrimas story from memory
  • Most of all the reason for the season


Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Infinite God becomes infant

Tuesday's quotes


"Christmas cannot be bought. Christmas cannot be created. Christmas cannot be made by hand. Christmas can only be
found...
in the creche, in the cradling trough, in the mire and stench in the unexpected and unlikely and only in the person of Christ.

The mystery so large becomes the babe so small — and infinite God becomes infant.

Christ, the babe,
comes in Christmas as Christ the Savior comes on the cross —
Seeking only our embrace."
~ Ann Voskamp




Monday, December 19, 2011

Heart of Christmas





This story...
 The Son of God coming as a human, born of a virgin, living a life of sinless love, and dying for sinners that all who believe might have eternal life...
is a story that sits deeply in our minds this time of year.



We think fully on the babe.
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, the fragrance of his dear, soft mother.

  • He had the right to be born in the mightiest castles
  • He had the right to be born to the richest parents
  • He had the right to be born in the most favorable of times.

In order to save man, He stooped with arms open in humility
to humanity.

To be born and known as 'Jesus in a manger'.

Comprehending this, one can't help but think in unison of the sacrifice, His life, which is the most precious gift of all.

Christ took on human flesh so that he could die and in dying pay a ransom and free us from the power of death.

That is the meaning of Christmas

This is the meaning of Christmas

This is why Christ came: That those who do not see may see.

This is the meaning of Christmas.


Christmas means that God sent his Son so that we could believe and have eternal life.

This is the heart of Christmas!





#220-235
  • Friends support through calls, messages, meals
  • Sweet Betty's tears on my cheeks as we embrace
  • Wrapping my arms around my husband and holding his heart
  • One last goodbye
  • Helping my kidlets win the tackiest sweater contest
  • Goodwill and Salvation Army
  • That we can still hear their bells ringing
  • The most amazing school talent show, watching my sweet girl beat those drums like there was no tomorrow
  • Abundance of family filling to overflowing our little house
  • The sound of dice
  • My camera capturing memories
  • Christmas movies (ELF=) huddled in blankets
  • Funeral service full of friends and family
  • Pandora (Christmas station)
  • A great pastor
  • 3 brothers hugging my neck in unison with love and gratitude for care that flowed from Christ, these hands to their dad



Monday, December 5, 2011

Purposeful Gratitude





Once again I sit in stillness and contemplate.
I cherish how Ann (without the fanciful 'e') pulled the covers back and exposed a thankful heart of praise.
Not only demonstrating how, but engaging us in what I like to call
Operation PURPOSEFUL GRATITUDE!


I'm not going to pretend this is always easy, in fact there are moments as I type away on this keyboard I want to yell, and complain and whine and cry. I'm tired...just posted below, is exactly how I feel in my bones. As though I've been running against gale force winds.

Giving thanks is a purposeful and intentional exercise.


Just as a physical exercise regime will increase heart and lung capacity while toning muscles, purposeful routine exercises in gratitude increases our ability to spot things to be thankful for, endure hardships and strengthen our faith.

On occasion I've heard from the Christian community this msg...

 "thanks should flow naturally out of understanding of what He did for us on the cross".

Believe me I am thankful to my inseams for that sacrifice. I am in love with Jesus and this will not change unto death.
However if I'm being honest, that knowledge has not made this Christian woman always grateful for the plate life sets before her.
This very week has spied me grumbling and complaining more than I care to admit. I've been short with my family, friends, co-workers and patients. I've eaten things I know I shouldn't and just plain felt sorry for myself.

Thank goodness for His grace.

This purposeful exercise of GRATITUDE, family, friends and His word hidden in my heart has pointed me in the direction...In His direction.


Join us in the journey of INTENTIONAL THANKSGIVING

# 202-216

  • Hospice (The whole team are angels)
  • Respite to shop
  • The caregiver who sat with my father-n-law for the day
  • New Red lipstick
  • Random findings on Pintrest
  • Listening to my daughter play her heart out on her drums
  • Friends (yes again)
  • Family
  • My sweet sons hugs
  • Watching/listening to my mother in law squeal as my dtr put her electric w/c on high and sped through the mall
  • My enduringly patient and loving husband
  • My Christmas tree that looks like a circus hijacked it
  • Christmas lights at night
  • Build-a-Bear
  • Enjoying friends I haven't seen in ages. Laughter with this man





whizzing fast

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Astrologers from the royal court




Three Magi



In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to their own town to register.

So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.


And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,


“Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”


When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.







Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The Most significant EVENT

Tuesday's quotes:

"Let us remember that the Christmas heart is a giving heart, a wide open heart that thinks of others first. The birth of the baby Jesus stands as the most significant event in all history, because it has meant the pouring into a sick world of the healing medicine of love which has transformed all manner of hearts for almost two thousand years... Underneath all the bulging bundles is this beating Christmas heart." --
George Matthew Adams




Giving


Monday, December 6, 2010

Swaddling Cloths

holy experience


Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!
2Corinthians 9:15

The birth of Lord and King.

A babe baby wrapped in swaddling cloths.



His provision
His beauty


His pleasure
 


His rest

His still small voice


SB



His Majesty
Continuing to give thanks...........

#61 The warmth of the sun on my face.

#62 Brisk cold winter breeze that stings my cheeks and makes them rosy

#64 Egg Nog

#65 Anticipating the birth of our Reason for the Season

#66 Hearing my lovers breath as he sleeps

#67 Christmas lights

#68 Christmas movie marathons.

#69 Taking communion

#70 Dare I say...Starbucks

#71 Beautiful trees in my yard.

#72 The beauty in my neighborhood that I get to enjoy every day!

Friday, December 25, 2009

FUNNY FRIDAY


A Sign of the Times



A little girl climbed onto Santa's lap, Santa asked the usual,

"And what would you like for Christmas?"


The child stared at him open mouthed and horrified for a minute, then gasped:

"Didn't you get my E-mail?"