The lights blaze outside my windows...of polar bears, deer, presents, lighted trees and Frosty, of course. The house is quiet except for the familiar words coming from It's a Wonderful Life on the television. All the children and grandchildren are elsewhere with last minute celebrations before the big night, but my thoughts are with them during this wonderful celebration we call Christmas.
Peace reigns in my soul and the moment turns to wonderment of my numerous blessings. Who can say why one who deserves the least is blessed with more.
Grandson Caleb writes his letter to Santa asking him to pray every day. He's seven. He's blessed. He can teach us all something, can he not?
I read of a child whose cancer led to a liver transplant. Her name is Gabbi. Now, with complications following the transplant, our awesome God is being deluged with prayer requests to intervene, to provide the solution needed for this child, to grant this miracle so desperately wanted and needed...all the while acknowledging and accepting the supremacy of God and knowing His plan for all of us is far better than anything we could devise and trusting in His love and comfort.
This night of peace, reminding us of the birth of our Saviour, can be overcome with fear and anxiety when life intrudes, when the brightness of our lights dim with uncertainty and the inability to dictate the terms of our lives.
I cry with the beauty of my peace because I cannot share it with those who grieve or live with distress this night. I can only offer my prayers to the one who can give the comfort and peace each soul craves.
Peace reigns in my soul and the moment turns to wonderment of my numerous blessings. Who can say why one who deserves the least is blessed with more.
Grandson Caleb writes his letter to Santa asking him to pray every day. He's seven. He's blessed. He can teach us all something, can he not?
I read of a child whose cancer led to a liver transplant. Her name is Gabbi. Now, with complications following the transplant, our awesome God is being deluged with prayer requests to intervene, to provide the solution needed for this child, to grant this miracle so desperately wanted and needed...all the while acknowledging and accepting the supremacy of God and knowing His plan for all of us is far better than anything we could devise and trusting in His love and comfort.
This night of peace, reminding us of the birth of our Saviour, can be overcome with fear and anxiety when life intrudes, when the brightness of our lights dim with uncertainty and the inability to dictate the terms of our lives.
I cry with the beauty of my peace because I cannot share it with those who grieve or live with distress this night. I can only offer my prayers to the one who can give the comfort and peace each soul craves.
The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. ~ Psalm 18:2
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