Happy Christmas Dear Reader,
What did you write down yesterday? I would love for you to tell me. I am encouraged by your responses. I know that I have asked a lot of you this
month but I hope you see that it is for your benefit that I am asking for you
to find some application.
Today we need to take a breath. The week will fly by as we try to have everything
in place. We need to sit and just
breathe for a moment. The things we have
to do will be easier if we do it with a little perspective. I am reminded that Mary took time to ponder
all that was going on around her. She
had moments where she took the time to breathe and remember that the events
were leading to something great.
It is going to all turn out better than we imagine even if we do not have the perfect Christmas. It is our hearts that matter. It is finding Christ in them that gives us peace. It is being grateful for what we have, especially Jesus that puts us at ease. God is with us even when the busy to-do list overwhelms us.
We have to take moments to breathe and ponder that what we
celebrate is eternally true. God is with
us. He always will be no matter how long
the lines or taxing the times. Emmanuel
is a reality. We have to pause to
remember it and let it measure our peace to us.
We need to let it give us rest.
I am going to write down that I will rest for a moment every
day in the comfort and joy of this knowledge.
It is why I can love at any cost.
It is why I can give liberally to others. It is why I will never lack for my needs. When the world seems too dark or too cold, I
will sit, ponder, and just breathe. I
will allow the knowledge of Christ to be born in me. I will allow the peace and joy to be bourn by
me. Breathe, Dear Reader.
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen – Annie Lennox
God rest you merry,
gentlemen,
Let nothing you
dismay,
For Jesus Christ
our Saviour
Was born upon this
day,
To save us all from
Satan's power
When we were gone
astray:
O tidings of
comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
O tidings of
comfort and joy.
In Bethlehem, in
Israel
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
From God our
heavenly Father
A blessed angel
came,
And unto certain
shepherds
Brought tidings of
the same,
How that in
Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by
name:
O tidings of
comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
O tidings of
comfort and joy.
Fear not then, said
the Angel
Let nothing you affright
This day is born a Savior
Of a pure Virgin bright
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan's power and might
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
The shepherds at
those tidings
Rejoiced much in
mind,
And left their
flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm
and wind,
And went to
Bethlehem straightway,
This blessed Babe
to find:
O tidings of comfort
and joy, comfort and joy,
O tidings of
comfort and joy.
But when to
Bethlehem they came,
Whereat this Infant
lay,
They found Him in a
manger,
Where oxen feed on
hay;
His mother Mary
kneeling,
Unto the Lord did
pray:
O tidings of
comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
O tidings of
comfort and joy.
Now to the Lord
sing praises,
All you within this
place,
And with true love
and brotherhood
Each other now
embrace;
This holy tide of
Christmas
All other doth
deface
O tidings of
comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
O tidings of
comfort and joy.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become
a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally
hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Every human story is part of the great story that leads
to the Father getting everything back to Good.
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