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Next Tuesday she will post a list of finalists. If THE BABY makes the short list I would appreciate your participation by voting for whichever story you think is the best. I’ll post info here on my blog next Wednesday. Thank you, and Merry Christmas to you.
“Wait for me!” little Eli yelled. The other shepherds raced ahead.
Simeon turned, “We told you to stay with the sheep, boy!”
Eli remembered the angel’s words, “You will find the baby wrapped in rags, sleeping in a manger.” He would have to find the newborn King for himself. He would search every manger in the city if he had to.
Eli stopped at the first stable he saw. No baby there.
He ran to the next stable, and the next. All he found were grumpy animals.
Eli squatted to catch his breath and think. He remembered more of the angel’s words. “Today a Savior is born in Bethlehem. He is the Lord.” Eli looked around. Which way should he go?
Eli looked up at the sky. To the east was the biggest, brightest star he had ever seen. Could this be the way?
Eli ran toward the star to a house. He heard faint noises—sheep baaing, cows lowing, and—a baby crying. A baby!
Eli ran faster. Behind the house he saw a stable. The star shined overhead. Eli saw the other shepherds huddled around something. They were pointing. Simeon was crying.
Eli crept closer. He wiggled his way between Simeon and Johash. He saw—the baby!
Eli reached out to touch him. The baby turned and stretched out his tiny hand. He wrapped his fingers around Eli’s thumb. What a treat for a dirty, smelly shepherd boy.
The baby. Christ the Lord!
The Bible says:
Hebrews 11:1 New International Version (NIV)
11 Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.
Romans 10:8-13 New International Version (NIV)
8 But what does it say? “The word is near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart,” that is, the message concerning faith that we proclaim
9 If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.
10 For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved.
11 As Scripture says, “Anyone who believes in him will never be put to shame.” 12 For there is no difference between Jew and Gentile—the same Lord is Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on him, 13 for, “Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”
John 14:6 New International Version (NIV)
6 Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.
I think everyone enjoys receiving gifts. That was my husband’s primary love language. He received much more joy from giving elaborate gifts than from receiving them. He squirreled back money all year dollar-by-dollar to splurge on his family at Christmas.
And he loved to give cash. He tried to think of unusual ways to gift that cash to us each year. Silver dollars, bills tucked inside boxes of candy, stuffing cash inside glass ornaments, gift cards, bills tied to our tree, on and on his surprises went for 48 years..
I enjoy gifting the people in my life, too. So, I hope this and the next few blog posts of 2019 will resonate with you as gifts from me.
One of the dearest gifts God gives us is family.
The core family of husband, wife, children is not only to bless us with love, companionship, support, provision and protection. It is also a living picture of God’s desire for us as His family. How blessed you are if your core family is a happy one.
I didn’t say perfect one. There is no such thing.
However, if the time you spend with your spouse and children working, playing, relaxing, serving others is for the most part happy you are richly blessed.
What a precious gift from God!
If you are able to count other loving people when you gather together, that is liked whipped cream and a cherry on top of yummy ice cream.
Grandparents are God’s gift to support and assist parents. They are to add joy and love and a listening ear to grandchildren. Being a grandparent is a delightful responsibility.
It seems that half of my grandkids are destined to be far away from me. That means I have the fun responsibility of making a connection to them happen regularly. I thank God for cell phones, email, Face Time, Duo, Marco Polo, Skype, Zoom and the good old-fashioned USPS. They help me enjoy my grandchildren and influence them to love their parents, their siblings, and their God.
If uncles and aunts, cousins and in-laws are part of your Christmas celebrations you are doubly blessed. My favorite childhood memories of Christmas are those that center around extended family. Just the other day my sister and I tried to count our cousins. We lost count at 40 something!
Family is one of God’s most beautiful gifts if we work hard at being at peace with each other.
As you count your blessings this Christmas be sure to include all those relatives who have touched your life. Be sure to share Jesus with each of them, too.
Have a Merry Christmas!
I’m quoting from Then Sings My Soul: 150 of the World’s Greatest Hymn Stories (page149) by Robert J. Morgan. He expresses my feelings well:
“One of the strange things about the ‘attitude of gratitude’ is that we tend to exhibit it in reverse proportion to the number of blessings received. The more we have, the less thankful we are.
Among the lessons Viktor Frankl learned in the Nazi death-camp, Auschwitz, was to take time to be thankful and to count your blessings. He wrote that prisoners in the camp dreamed at night about certain things more than others. Bread, cakes, and nice warm baths—the very things we take for granted every day.
Ralph Waldo Emerson observed that if the constellations appeared only once in a thousand years, imagine what an exciting event it would be. But because they’re there every night, we barely give them a look.
I would like to change that.
I would like for us Christians to show the world how to be grateful every day. I would like for us to take time to admire the stars, and stop to thank God for creating them, and allowing us to enjoy them.
I would like for us Christians to teach our children and grandchildren that gratitude is more than saying thank you. It’s a way of life that demonstrates our thanks TO GOD for the millions of things we tend to take for granted. It is a way of life that reminds us moment-by-moment of how small we are, and how great God is.
I would like for us to begin and end each day with grateful hearts.
Gratitude puts our lives into proper perspective.
Now a small gift to you in gratitude.
“Now Thank We All Our God“
“For the Beauty of the Earth“
“Count Your Blessings“
Family traditions root our children in their pasts and strengthen them to grow and branch out into their futures.
Most of us think about holiday events or practices when asked about family traditions. But they don’t need to be limited to special days. A tradition is a custom, belief or practice we pass down from one generation to another. It can have special significance like getting married in great-great grandmother’s wedding gown, or be as silly as a family victory dance.
Traditions help children to feel safe, grounded, in their families. They help children to remember who they are, where they came from, who is always going to be on their side. Into adulthood family traditions continue to have a strong influence on us. They help to tie extended family members together. They help us remember those who went before us.
Here are some quick ideas for traditions to establish for your family. Please don’t try to adopt all of them. Add one or two each year to your family’s customs.
The possibilities are endless. Expense and bother are not required to turn ordinary activities into family traditions.
What are you thankful for today? Remember your ABCs of Gratitude. Today is the T day. How handy!
I am grateful to God for Traditions. They add security, joy, and fun to my life.
And I’m thankful for Teaching and Teachers. What an awesome responsibility and joy it is to lead someone else along the path of lifelong learning. Introducing people to new things and helping them remember important old things.
These titles are linked to Jean’s reviews of the picture books.
P.S Are you remembering your ABCs of Gratitude? What are you thankful for that begins with the letter F?
Family, of course! God first, Family second.
Friends. There have been several times in my life when my friends kept me afloat emotionally, spiritually, even physically. I am so grateful for the friends God brought into my life over these past 70 years.
I’m setting a challenge for myself this November. Want to join in?
Each day (beginning November 1, 2019) I’m going to list and thank God for one or two meaningful things in my life that begin with a certain letter of the alphabet.
I’ll begin with A (naturally.)
Today I thank God for:
Aunt Ginny. She’s 95 (I believe) and the last of my Daddy’s siblings to remain alive on this earth. She probably doesn’t know it, but Aunt Ginny had a powerful influence on my life. She’s one of the biggest reasons I became a schoolteacher. As a kid I “helped” her prepare for her kindergarten students. I spent hours in her empty classroom pretending to teach my own classes.
And, she’s a godly woman. Aunt Ginny taught her ladies’ Sunday School Class for more than 50 years until she recently decided she just isn’t quite up to it anymore.
Plus, she is responsible for telling me many family stories—memories of her childhood. Fodder for my books.
Thank you, Lord, for Aunt Ginny.
Next, I thank God for aromas. I am mad about the luscious aromas of spices when I cook. In my family I’m known as the spice-lady. The heavenly smells of basil and rosemary. Yum! And what can beat the aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg in the oven. That luscious smell of chili and oregano, cumin, and turmeric, onion and garlic woo me into the kitchen. Who can possibly resist the fragrance of yeast bread in the oven? Or coriander, ginger and cardamom sprinkled over meat? Lord, I’m getting hungry thinking about it!
I love other aromas, too. Lavender and vanilla. And that fresh smell of just washed sheets! What about the delightful smell of a clean baby snuggled in the crook of my neck?
Thank you, God, for the gift of aromas.
I dabble in poetry. This piece I wrote years ago during one of my quiet times with God. I hope it draws you into God’s presence.
A Fragrance Sweet
Grasses, grains, golds and greens
That grew on paths below,
Fragrance sweet that grew at His feet,
Now lingers on His robes.
Though He left this world behind
Though now we are apart
The perfume of the earth He made
Still hovers in His heart.
Enfolded in His arms, I’m wrapped
In flowers, humus, rain,
A sweet reminder of the earth
His fragrant robes contain.
Won’t you share YOUR “A” words of gratitude in the comments? I’d appreciate it.
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Thank you all for participating. I pray you and your children enjoy my little book. And, that it becomes a part of your family’s Thanksgiving traditions.
Go, help your children find some colorful leaves and press them in a book!