Daily Archives: December 28, 2017

TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2017 #2

“On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me…”

A lot of steps.

Life is full of a lot of steps. Some steps lead us in the direction of all those beautiful goals that we set for ourselves. Some steps lead us backwards, so we can gain more confidence in what we know. Sometimes we find ourselves running in place until we figure out where it is we want to go. And sometimes – our steps circle around and around and around in one gigantic loop of dizziness.

“ ‘In the last days, God says,
I will pour out my Spirit on all people.
Your sons and daughters will prophesy,
your young men will see visions,
your old men will dream dreams.”

I’m not sure what led me to Acts today – specifically Acts 2. But –
that first step led me to another step. A step into my devotional book – Day 361. Light dawns, and I begin to figure out where the Holy Spirit was pointing me. I never, ever completely figure it out. I’m not that smart or ambitious enough to take all the steps that I need to take. If I’m lucky I manage to take a step or two forward – 10 backwards – 100 running in place – and about a 100 billion, trillion running in circles.

When it comes to watching me, I think G-D probably sighs a lot. His Son probably rolls His eyes. The Holy Spirit wants to give me a Gibbs’ slap. And then – I make that breakthrough. I link a few things together, and suddenly they are all dancing in joy just for me.

“On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me – two turtle doves…”

There are always pluralities in life. Good and evil. Light and darkness. Truth and lies. Spiritual and physical. In the Hebrew language they add “-im” to a word to represent plurals. “Elohim” – G-D. “Chayim” – life. “Shamayim” – heaven. “Yerushalayim” – Jerusalem. “Mayim” – the river of living waters.

There is more than just one face of G-D. More than one facet of life. More than one heaven. More than one Jerusalem. More the one river. More than one turtle dove.

We get this crazy picture in our heads and think we have it all figured out. We think we “know” what it looks like; how it acts; what it should be; what it will be. At least – that is what I do.

A baby was born in a manger was more than just a baby in a manger. He was a plurality. A king – a servant. A beginning – an end. A first – a last. A death – a new life. Bread – water. Grace – judgement.

Pluralities. Two turtle doves given by my true love.

Lots and lots of Steps.

“Even on my servants, both men and women,
I will pour out my Spirit in those days,
and they will prophesy.
I will show wonders in the heavens above.
and signs on the earth below,
blood and fire and billows of smoke.
The sun will be turned to darkness
and the moon to blood
before the coming of the great and glorious day of the Lord.
And everyone who calls
on the name of the Lord will be saved.’”~Act 2:17-210511-1011-1802-2221_Twelve_Days_of_Christmas_Song-Two_Turtle_Doves_clipart_image  [google image]

TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2017 #1

“On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…”

My eyes are tired tonight. Early mornings. Late nights. Food, food, food. Chocolate and more chocolate. Forcing my eyes to stay open for just a little longer, so I don’t miss a moment of this blessed holyday.

The MI son and family started it all off four days ago. Their escape from the cold and snow of the north. My latching on to each of them for one more hug – one more moment – one more ear full of deeper voices, more grown-up stories, and wishing so much that they – and my son – were still little enough to cuddle close to my heart. Our two days together passed way too fast.

“Every good and perfect gift descends from above, from The Father of lights with whom there is no change nor a shadow of variation.”~Jm 1:17

Second daughter and hubby made their way to NC on Christmas Day. Eating Grandma Mickey’s shrimp and trail bologna. Cookies. Then the more formal food as we sit down to stuff our faces again. Swapping white elephants as we bartered with the Grands, stole from one to another; and finally carrying home a pair of hand-made, Peruvian dinosaurs to hang on our window garlands.

“Grandma, can I have your dinosaur?” Grandson whispers as we leave, and my heart melts a little more.

Yet – more than the gifts, it is the laughter – the smiles in the eyes of those I love – which sings its song in my heart tonight and stifles another yawn. Whether it is the laughter over “Say Anything” or “Timeline” board game; the Grands bouncing as the explain/ show all their new toys; or the grown-up versions of my baby girls and their spouses sharing conversations that flow over my head; the holyday is made more holy by just their presence and I soak it in even if I don’t say much.

“For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of my peace be removed, saith the LORD that hath mercy on thee.”~Is 54:10

In 12 more days, Christmas 2017 will be in the annuals of time. Pictures will be stored on the computer, posted to various social media sites, and “normal” returns to the land of humankind. My grown-up kids will travel to their far-away homes. Grands will return to their various schools – in MI and NC. But my heart – – –

My heart will be full of the blessings we were able to share in each other’s presence for a few days. I cry easily when they appear on my doorstep and when I wave goodbye. It is then I wonder that if I feel such powerful emotions – how much more deeply does My Father feel over all the coming and goings of His children?

It is His blessing in our lives to glimpse just a portion of His love on Christmas. A Father who sent His Son to a far away land. A Father who sent His Son to be raised by others. A Father who loved so much that He sent His Son to remind us of just how much He loves us.

In this the love of God is known to us: for God sent his only Son to the world so that it shall live by him.’~1 Jn 4:9

As I finish up here, I am yawning a few more times. My sentences have been reversing themselves as i type – which happens often when I am exhausted. And as I make my way back towards my comfy bed, I lay my hand on the door, where my “child” is already sleep and whisper a prayer of thanks once again.

Holydays bring their own blessings when we pray. They slow us down. They open our ears and eyes. New songs expand our hearts. The invisible becomes almost opaque. A slender,silver tie to our first family. So as the music begins, I will sing myself to sleep…

“On the first day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me: a partridge in a pear tree….”

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