Behold the King has come! The King of all KINGS. The Messiah, Redeemer, the Lamb of God. Come to us, here with us! God with us! Immanuel! The precious babe of Christ!
“His Law is Love & His Gospel is Peace”
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NO ORDINARY KING
Crimson shades of tattered white,
a moonless night yet all is bright.
An ordinary man who had a dream,
of impossible things, or so it seemed.
A child bride, a mere servant girl,
carrying a baby that would change the world.
Two relatives startling an unborn Son,
only to prove what had actually begun.
A cousin set apart to lead the King’s way,
to turn back hearts that have gone astray.
An order to travel to one’s own town,
a difficult journey with a belly so round.
They could stay in the stable or so they were told,
each innkeeper said all the rooms had been sold.
Shepherds and wise man each brought a gift,
to lay at His feet our sins He would lift.
The King of all kings was born in a manger,
humbled and quiet did his parents realize the danger?
A king afraid of losing reign,
a baby born to carry the pain.
A spirit of death upon the earth,
what Man has come with second birth?
A Godly man holds The Christ,
warning Mary that there will be a price.
A prophetess sees God’s Salvation,
and spreads the hope to a desperate nation.
A mother pondering all things in her heart,
God’s Son would bring joy, but first torn apart.
His life lived for only one reason,
He’s why we celebrate this Christmas season.
A baby born, to live to die,
it’s tempting to ask the question why?
His story doesn’t stop at His birth,
He died on the cross to give our lives worth.
But our story doesn’t end at His grave,
He’s risen again our souls He can save.
So let us bow down our lives to give,
we need to die to fully live.
“For God so loved the world that He gave His One and Only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:16)
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“Mom, I love you this much…”
I love Tommy, my now seventeen year old son. He is one of the most caring, sensitive, and encouraging boys I know. He has such a tender and sweet heart and a great sense of humor and wit.
Just the other day we were talking about his first day of kindergarten and when I picked him up after school. I asked him, “Tommy, what was your favorite part of the day?” His response was one I will never forget! In his little six year old voice he said to me, “Mom, my favorite part of the day was when you came back to pick me up.” Talk about stroking my mom ego! I’m sure there were so many new and exciting things to do on that first day of school but yet, I was the best part of his day! How wonderful is that! As a mom we don’t always get to hear these precious, heart-melting, words, so I savored them greatly.
Recently, at the age of 17, I picked Tommy up from school for a doctor’s appointment. As we were riding in the car I asked him, “So…Tommy, what was your favorite part of the day?” His answer this time was no more than a grunt. I then proceeded to remind him of his first day of kindergarten and what he had told me that day. He quickly responded to me by saying, “Mom…that’s still my favorite part of the day!”
Seriously!? This kid is so sweet! I said, “Tommy, you don’t know how special that makes me feel. You said the exact same thing when you were six and now you’re saying it to me again!” Then, in his seventeen year old voice, he said to me, “Mom…that’s always been my favorite part of the day! Obviously…it’s because when you pick me up, I’m done with school and I get to go home and relax! It really doesn’t have anything to do with you. It’s just that…when I see you, I know my school day is finally over and I’m free!”
Well, Tommy…I’m not buying it! You can say that, but I know deep down inside, whether you’re six or seventeen, I’m still one of the best parts of your day. A mom can only wish, right!?
Do I Have The Strength?
I find it fascinating that often times when I write about a specific topic, I will soon discover that I am thrown into the midst of a situation where I am personally tested on that particular belief. About a month ago I wrote a blog on waiting, not just waiting, but “waiting patiently on the Lord.” (Psalm 27:14) I was thinking this blog would be “part one” of a series of blogs on waiting. Little did I know, that while I was writing part one, God already held, in His hands, part two.
It took one phone call for God to lead me into the waiting. One call that has left me not knowing what’s around the next corner. The unknown. The waiting. One call that started a host of worry and a collage of imagery containing many “what ifs…” One call that stirred up fear and anxiety and other emotions and questions I wasn’t expecting. One call which led to the creation of all the worst-case scenarios the future might hold.
And then, one hushed whisper from God that said, STOP! Let it go. Do not speculate into the future. Stay in the present and come to Me. Seek Me. You will find me in the waiting. I am here. You can trust Me. And when you fully trust me, you can give Me your worry, your anxious thoughts, your fear, your future. I will fill you with “strength as you wait with a divine quietness and trust.” (Isaiah 30:15) This surpasses all understanding. This is patiently waiting for Me. And as you patiently wait upon Me, you will find a renewed strength, a strong strength. You are not strong enough to face the trials of life that are coming your way, but I am. Put your confidence in Me. Hope in Me. Look to Me for help and expect that I will come to your aid and deliver you. If you let me, I will exchange your weak strength and dress you, with my divine hands, in strong garments of My strength. Trust in anticipation and watch and see that “your strength will rise as you wait upon Me. (Isaiah 40:31)
“And I anxiously wait as I hold onto love that will never let go…won’t you remind me, that I’m not alone. Here in the waiting. All of the questions, secret confessions, Lord, you’ll make sense of it all. And I know you’ll show up, so I’m letting go of these thoughts that are taking control. This is the waiting.” (Jamie Grace)
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