Come, let’s slip away from the crowd, from the laughter, and chatter, the celebration and search the heavens for a star.
Let’s go, and seek a child lying in a manger.
Come, quietly and listen.
This year I will give myself the gift of grace. Grace for when I’m running behind, when I’m tired of the endless beat of my feet on the pavement in the endless race of life. I’ll give myself grace when I mess up, when I’m beat and life hurts. I’ll give myself grace when I stumble…
As we approach the coming year, some of us excited, some road weary, some of us hurting- hoping that the coming year will be easier. Some of us perhaps a little apprehensive, some us ready to dig in, go further, meet those goals. We stand in a place no one has walked before, ready to journey into uncharted places. None of us know what the future holds, what joys, what heartaches, none but Him that is.
I hope today finds you surrounded by those you love. Whether friends or family, I pray that His blessings surround you and you find time to appreciate His gift. Let God fill your heart and then let Him break it, let love flow.
O come let us adore Him~A simple nativity scene, buried beneath sparkling lights and glittering tinsel, lost in the midst of hectic schedule and massive to-do list. Forgotten in the midst of another busy Christmas season. We’re busy, so so busy. Too busy to listen, too busy to stop, too busy for childlike wonder as our lives pull us in a million different directions.
December… the most wonderful time of the year! I don’t know about you but I dearly love this season. I wait for it, count the days with anticipation, dream of the lights and beautiful decorations, the family gatherings, the delicious treats that come out. I love to slip out on cold crisp nights and watch the lights on our bushes try to outdo the twinkling stars in the sky.
Every Christmas morning from the time I was very small to now, my sister and I would clatter (we’re a bit more graceful now) down the stairs in our Christmas Eve pajamas and scurry into the living room to open our stockings. They have always been my favorite I think because my parents loaded them with delicious goodies like cheese crackers and carob covered raisins.
So much to do when this season rolls around- Christmas parades, lights to see, gifts to buy, church plays, Christmas parties and family commitments. Our calendars soon grow to overflowing. It’s easy to get caught up in the stuff and miss the most important thing- or worse yet grow apathetic. A baby in a manger grows cliche,
As Thanksgiving draws near and family and traditions grow further apart, the true meaning and purpose of Thanksgiving becomes foggy and even forgotten. Amongst the clutter, and bustle of the “holiday season,” it gets lost. Like an old box of ornaments in the attic, it sits gathering dust, waiting, hoping to be opened. To be…
Embark with us through the pages of Exodus in this Bible study gleaning wisdom for our spiritual dry seasons.