Not Into Christmas

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For a couple of years now a few friends in The Lord have written posts that they don’t celebrate Christmas. Back when I was in the church it would’ve been an unthinkable thing as my family does and always has celebrated the day Jesus came to earth as a baby and laid in a manger.

Now? I think I can see why they don’t. Christmas now has become too commercial, wanting to get the best toy and shiny bling that business have created. Instead of joy on faces of people I see discontent, stress, anger, worry etc. How can anyone celebrate Christmas under those conditions? The world only offers temporary pleasures at best and at worst they break and don’t last.

I’ve been wondering about the holiday myself and wondering why I celebrate it…is it because of presents? Is it because of family? Is it because of food? Or is it because my Lord and Savior came to earth? Even tho I’ve heard the story a thousand times there’s still mystery and intrigue when we really stop, think, and wonder about it.

December 25 is just a day but like all days we can’t forget or stop thinking about Christ. His coming, His death and resurrection.

May God bless all His children this season.

Till Jesus wills it,
Godspeed!

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The Water Song (reprise)

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Come, oh come! let us away–
Lower, lower every day,
Oh, what joy it is to race
Down to find the lowest place.
This the dearest law we know–
“It is happy to go low.”
Sweetest urge and sweetest will,
“Let us go down lower still.”
Hear the summons night and day
Calling us to come away.
From the heights we leap and flow
To the valleys down below.
Always answering to the call,
To the lowest place of all.
Sweetest urge and sweetest pain,
To go low and rise again.  – Hannah Hannard.

A reprise of a previous post I did sometime ago. I have always loved this part in the Hinds Feet on High places. The water doesn’t care in the slightest what may be around the bend or over a cliff. It flows in the path where it was carved out for them and even rushes along with joyous abandon. It has fun too. I struggle to be able to abandon myself in such overwhelming trust and carefree living. Somehow my real self is still inside I can feel it aching to come out and be free again. It’s enough to make me weep at times.

Help me Jesus to go to the lowest place of all and to do it with joy and thanksgiving.

Till Jesus wills it,
Godspeed!

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Foggy Mirrors

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For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 1 Corinthians 13:12

Blurry vision is like one who’s going blind.  There’s confusion as one who is lost, and frustration in seeing so many paths that say, “I’m the the real one, come here; follow me.”

There’s anger as my hopes and dreams for a life outside the one I know seems to die and there is no end in sight.  There’s bitterness at the silence – no answers – nothing that would be an encouragement. There’s despair that the Jesus I thought I knew didn’t exist and I don’t believe he does. Not the one who religion holds to anyway.

So what now? My vision yesterday was the blindest I ever knew ,and I was fed up to the point of wanting to throw in the towel …screw Christianity, screw everything to do with it!

He didn’t and hasn’t let me go. The real Jesus. He’s still there. There’s no escape. My friends didn’t let me go even though I was raving and ranting in my anger and disappointment of it all.  They still stood by gently telling me I was loved, I was known, treasured and adored beyond all I could imagine.

A verse this morning came to mind in my favorite book that resonated with what I said yesterday; ” I don’t think I want Hinds feet..” (from Hinds feet on high places) What I had said was, “I don’t think I want this anymore.” To which the Shepherd (the Spirit) said, “Oh yes you do, I know you better then you know yourself Much-Afraid (Hope), you want it very much.”

He’s right..how could He lie if he were not God and real? I find myself exhausted to care about the complications that this world seems to put on this faith. I want to let go and just be a little girl climbing up on her daddy’s lap and just soaking Him in. Maybe then my aching and restless heart could finally be at rest with no more fighting. I can finally see myself as He sees me. That I’m loved and adored. Nothing can come between my heavenly Daddy and me.

Till Jesus wills it,
Godspeed!

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My Hope is Jesus

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1) My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

2) When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale My anchor holds within the veil.

3) His oath, His covenant, and blood Support me in the whelming flood; When every earthly prop gives way, He then is all my Hope and Stay.

4) When He shall come with trumpet sound, Oh, may I then in Him be found, Clothed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne!

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My hope is Jesus, the Anchor of my soul
The Ruler of this universe, the One who’s in control
He saved me, and He will keep me till the end
The Rock of my salvation, on Christ I will depend
My hope is Jesus
My hope is Jesus

Godspeed!

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