Christmas is joy!
Joy to the world! The Lord has come!
When I was a little girl,
Christmas was fun! Sleigh bells rang in the dark. Santa’s sleigh tracks were found in the middle of the yard. Early Christmas morning, we three kids woke early, wrapped ourselves in warm bathrobes, and quietly stepped down the big stairway to the living room where we were welcomed by the brightly lit tree enveloped with big, cone-shaped electric bulbs of red, blue, green, orange, and white. Sleepy Mommy and Daddy met us by the tree and then made our day so special! The true meaning of Christmas was imbedded in each fun tradition.
Christmas was fun! And Christmas was joy!
When I was the young mother of little children,
Christmas was fun! Santa ate the cookies and drank the milk the children had set out. On Christmas Eve, Daddy read the Christmas story from his Bible. Matt, Kristen, and Amber slept in their warm flannels and fleece, on the floor, their heads on pillows under the tree lights. They never heard Santa place the Detroit Lions football helmet, Cabbage Patch dolls, 4-wheeler Big Foot, or Care Bears under the tree, just inches from their sweet, sleeping bodies. One Christmas, when Daddy was out of work and the money was scarce, he made a 4-wheeler track for Matt and a horse stable for the girls.
Christmas was fun! And Christmas was joy!
After the children were grown,
Christmas was not as much fun any more. And Christmas was not filled with as much joy.
Family gatherings, once a vital part of the season, now had empty spots, once held by special grandpas, grandmas, aunts, or uncles.
Songs and carols, once heard on the old, blonde 78-rpm player or later on the cassette tape, now brought a lump to my throat and an emptiness to my heart.
Now Christmas was only as fun as I made it for the brief time the children came home. And Christmas was joy only when I forced myself to find joy during those times.
But today,nearing the end of the most difficult year of my life, I am reminded through my devotions that Paul tells us to rejoice in the Lord always!
(Philippians 4:4)
He prayed for the Colossians to be strengthened with all might, according to God’s glorious power, unto all patience and longsuffering with joyfulness!
(Colossians 1:11)
Paul, a man who had suffered terribly, knew the link between joy and strength. We are strengthened with all might and joyfulness.
I need to be strengthened. And I want joy! The new covenant (testament) continues the same promise as the old covenant (testament) — the joy of the Lord is our strength!
(Nehemiah 8:10)
So this Christmas season, I will find the joy that the Lord promises,
and I will let it strengthen me!
I will find joy in remembering my Daddy and Mama and the legacy they left me.
I will find joy in the arms of my faithful husband.
I will find joy in my grown children who love and honor God.
I will find joy in eleven beautiful grandchildren–one wrapped in the healing hands of God and one still in his mama’s protective care, awaiting his March delivery.
And I will find joy in a God who loves me and has granted me unmerited grace, increasing faith, and abundant hope through this year.
I will sing, “Joy to the world!”
And I’ll find that joy when I remember that “The Lord is come!”
I will “receive” my “King!”
I will “prepare Him room” in my heart.
And I will fill that room with the joy He promises in His Word!
“Joy to the world! The Lord is come!
Let Earth receive her King!
Let every heart ~~ prepare Him room,
and heaven and nature sing,
and heaven and nature sing,
and hea~ven and hea~ven and nature sing!”
Sing with joy and be strengthened!
Thankful for a Future Hope!
Thanksgiving! Turkey and stuffing, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, and pumpkin pie! Sounds wonderful! Our family usually gathers around the table, and before asking the blessing, one by one, we tell what we are thankful for. But this year was different. We didn’t gather. One family went to Decker, Michigan ; one family went to Richland, Michigan; and one family was separated by . . . well, if you have been reading my posts, you already know.
So on this Thanksgiving, Ron and I didn’t feel like sitting around the table.
But we are still thankful!
We are thankful that our children and their spouses love and honor God.
We are thankful for our nine grandchildren and for the two baby boys on the way.
We are thankful that God continues to be our refuge through our most difficult year ever.
We are thankful that we have hope and a future.
And we are thankful that next year we will once again sit around the table, and before asking the blessing, will all tell what we are thankful for.
Further Reading: Jeremiah 29: 10-14
What’s greater?
“He will have no fear of bad news; his heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord. His heart is secure, he will have no fear; in the end he will look in triumph on his foes” (Psalm 112:7,8).
What’s greater – my fears or God’s promises?
My fears or His Word?
My fears or my God?
Six days until the sentencing. My daughter. My son in law. My family.
I face my fears. I bring them to the light. The Word tells me to trust in the Lord, to keep my heart steadfast, immovable, firm in belief. The Word tells me to keep my heart secure, safe from the enemy. And so I list my fears. And I list His promises–to see which is greater. I know the answer before my pen touches the paper. My fears are many, but they don’t compare to His many promises!
“My foes are many; they rise against me, but I will hold my ground!
I will not fear the war; I will not fear the storm. My help is on the way; my help is on the way.
Oh, my God; He will not delay- my refuge and strength always.
I will not fear; His promise is true; my God will come through – always – always.
Trouble surrounds me – chaos abounding – my soul will rest in you.
I will not fear the war; I will not fear the storm. My help is on the way; my help is on the way.
I lift my eyes up; my help comes from the Lord.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yb4VvNq8WEM
(Kristian Stanfill – “Always” – From Psalm 121, Psalm 46, and other passages from God’s Holy Word!)
Now I ask again,
What’s greater – my fears or God’s promises?
My fears or His Word?
My fears or my God?
The answer is, of course, found in the Word. “My dear child, you are from God. Your fears are not from God. You have overcome your fears because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.” (I John 4:4)
Six days until the sentencing. My daughter. My son in law. My family.
And so, I will have no fear of bad news; my heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord. My heart is secure, I will have no fear; in the end I will look in triumph on his foes.
Why? Because my God is greater.
A Glorious Day
Closer to the arms of Jesus