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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: Grace Gifts

And just like that – Thanksgiving – Advent – Christmas – New Years – 12 Days of Christmas have all blown their Grace gifts deep into my soul. I have breathed their essence and tried to absorb them into every cell of my being.

“In his grace, God has given us different gifts for doing certain things well. So if God has given you the ability to prophesy, speak out with as much faith as God has given you.”~Rm 12:6

Tonight, I have already – mostly – turned off the lights for the last time on Christmas 2018 – – -except for my main nativity. As I write, I can look over at the soft white lights and try to hold the Grace gifts just a little closer. The great thing about getting older is that time flies by so quickly that maybe – just maybe – I might not screw up and forget them as often as I have in the past. (Now that is wistful thinking)

Epiphany ends the 12 Days of Christmas. Tomorrow will be a busy day as I pack away the last of the decorations and clean the house. Luckily, it is not so cold this year in NC and taking down the outside lights will be full of sunlight and warmth. A Grace gift for sure.

“If your gift is serving others, serve them well. If you are a teacher, teach well.”~Rm 12:7

Grace gifts come in many forms. Our school started back up on Wednesday. Teachers were squirrely. Kids were squirrelier. But – there were so many smiles on so many faces that it really didn’t matter in the least. There were hugs upon hugs as if it had been two years instead of two weeks. There were times of sharing, laughter, lessons and times when I opened the treasure chest to fill it with a few more memories.

“If your gift is to encourage others, be encouraging. If it is giving, give generously. If God has given you leadership ability, take the responsibility seriously. And if you have a gift for showing kindness to others, do it gladly.”~Rm 12:8

Our Father has given (and is continually giving) us many Grace Gifts. He reminds us of them often, but we don’t seem to listen too well. Everyday life tends to plug our ears and throw sand in our eyes. That is probably why He gave a lot of festivals to the Jewish people. After all, when we get to gather together – eat lots of food – hug on each other – and (for me) sleep in until 8 or 9, we tend to listen and see a little more clearly.

Thanksgiving. Advent. Christmas. New Years. 12 Days of Christmas.

Here – for a brief shining moment in each year, these few days shine brightly. A Grace Gift to the world from a Father whose love knows no limit. I’m holding tight to those Christmas Grace Gifts and so thankful for His Light as it continues to brighten my 2019 treasure chest memories. It is the littlest thing that brings a smile or a tear or a Grace Gift to someone in our sphere of living. All we have to do is listen, share, encourage, lead responsibly, be kind, go that extra mile, and do for others as you would have them do for you.

“On the 12th Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me…” Grace Gifts.  download [personal image}

12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: Holy Ground

“I want to scale the utmost height, And catch a gleam of glory bright; But still I’ll pray, till Heaven I’ve found, LORD, lead me on to higher ground!”

One thing I totally love about my job is finding all books. Books that the kids would probably never choose to even contemplate taking off the shelf. Books that are way above their reading level. Books written in 1925. Books that speak in a different English than the one we read today. Books that are dog-eared, stained, cloth-covered. Books that I immediately stick my nose in to smell the pages. Books that generally have lovely cursive writing that is in the front, a dedication to someone lucky enough to own a book.

This one in particular was written by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman. See? Even her name is written so much differently than what we would do today.  I loved it. I had to read her forward to find out her given name was Lettie. A woman who adored her husband and traveled into the mission field with him to stand on Holy Ground. A woman who began writing after her husband died. A woman who wrote and wrote and wrote the wisdom she had found on all those journeys. Her books are a reflection of her, a collection of Holy Ground wisdom.

“He leads us on by paths we did not know;
Upward He leads us, though our steps be slow,
Though oft we faint and falter on the way,
Though storms and darkness oft obscure the day;
Yet when the clouds are gone,
We know He leads us on.
He leads us on through all the unquiet years;
Past all our dreamland hopes, and doubts and fears,
He guides our steps, through all the tangled maze
Of losses, sorrows, and o’er clouded days;
We know His will is done;
And still He leads us on.”~Nicholaus Ludwig Zinzendorf

This morning when I found this book in the midst of 3 boxes filled with other treasures. I sat down to read. Nose buried. Smile bursting. Tears cresting. Holy Ground reading does that. When the Spirit moves, how can you resist? For the rest of the day, the words have been following me, and I have been sharing the old-new wisdom with others.

Holy Ground. Remove the shoes. Sit or bow down or fling your face into the dust (of an old book) and rejoice. The dust of a stable becomes Holy Ground. Kings bow down. The air becomes so much lighter – brighter when standing on Holy Ground.

I watched the movie “Star” tonight. I’m always about a year behind on things, but I loved it and will add it to my collection for next year. It was a perfect ending to a day’s miracles – full of bitter and sweet. Amongst it all, the Spirit moves. The Father and Son arrive with Him. Holy Ground radiates the burning bush of my life. One just has to recognize the burning bush, take off the shoes and rejoice.

“The land whither ye go to possess it is a land of hills and valleys and drinketh water of the rain of heaven; a land which the Lord thy God careth for: the eyes of the Lord are always upon it, from the beginning of the year even to the end of the year.”~ Deut 11:11-12

“On the 8th Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me…” Holy Ground.

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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: The Trinity

Tired. Enjoying. Expectant.

Words of the day. Flipped mattresses. Washed all the bedding from guest room and ours. Put a few more decorations away. Opened all the windows to air out the house…again (love 60’s on the first day of a new year). Sat outside and talked with an old friend while I enjoyed our patio swing. Roughed out a rough lesson plan for Friday’s library lesson. And – – – tried to absorb a bunch of wisdom from looking back over the “past”year, set some goals for the “future” year and really – really – just enjoyed this “present” of this holiday.

“But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.”~Matt 6:33

This is the verse of my new year. Writing it huge and posting it in my closet and on my bathroom mirror. Taping it to the dashboard in my car and on my desk at school Maybe – I’ll even make it my screen saver on my phone and computer. My overall intention is to read it aloud at least 3 three times a day and write it in my heart at least three times a day.

A verse created in the past. Chosen in the present. Blessing my future.

A Trinity.

In folk wisdom, three is that magic number: 

“Third time’s the charm…”
“Rule of three…” 
“Three sheets to the wind…”
“As phoney as a three dollar bill…”
“Three stooges…” 
(Well – maybe that last one is a stretch.)

In the spatial world, we see in height, depth, width. In the material world, we see gas, liquid, solid. In the temporal world, we have three frames of time: past, present, future. In the educational world, we learn the 3 R’s. In Jewish tradition many important events occur on the third day. In Christianity, the third day was the day of GRACE. In the Spiritual world, “GOD in three persons, Blessed Trinity” (love that hymn).

The Father.
The Son.
The Holy Ghost.

The Trinity is sometimes debated since it is never referred to by that name in the Bible. But there are several verses that speak it to my heart. Verses where all three are working together to achieve His Salvation Plan for all of us. I particularly feel it when I read this: Lk 1:35: “The angel answered, The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God.”

In any case – that is where I am tonight: tired, enjoying, expectant.

“On the 7th day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me…” A Trinity – – – the Way, the Truth and the Life.  (Hmmmm….funny…Jesus gave us another list of those pesky three’s.)

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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: Times Go By

“Now the year is over, let us braver stand, / Seeking to discover His—our Father’s–hand.”~Emily Elliott

I always save “A Wonderful Life” for the last of my “Christmasy” movies. I’m not sure when it became a New Year’s tradition for me, but that is exactly what it is. There are the Santa Claus movies, the Nativity movies, the found-lost-old-new-love movies of TV fare – but “Wonderful Life” ranks among the ones that I really look forward to seeing – especially the ending.

Time flies by pretty fast for this ol’ gal. Seems like just yesterday, I was holding Zu-zu’s petals in my hands when I retired and moved to North Carolina. Of course it follows that 2018 was barely a blink in time. Watching the newscasts from around the world and waiting for the one ending in NYC, I understand a little better why this old Scottish poem has become so ingrained in New Year’s celebrations world-wide.

“Should old acquaintance be forgot, 
and never brought to mind? 
Should old acquaintance be forgot, 
and old lang syne?”

I remember sitting on the stairs wrapped in Mom’s seal skin coat, watching my parents celebrate with their friends in some living room (sometimes ours – sometimes elsewhere) at the stroke of midnight. Their hands joined in a circle as they swayed back and forth. Cigarette/pipe smells mixed with the sweet pungent smell of alcohol. Counting down with the radio or TV. Singing along with Guy Lombardo. “For auld lang syne…”

“For auld lang syne, my dear, 
for auld lang syne, 
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet, 
for auld lang syne.”

Most people don’t realize that they are singing Scottish words and the “auld lang syne” isn’t really “old lang syne”.  Even the addition of the English word “old”, doesn’t do much to help us understand what we are singing. The best translation that I found seems to be “Times Go By”. The song makes a little more sense as a New Year’s song when you substitute the words we understand for the Scottish ones.

Times Go By, and as we age, those times seem to go faster and faster until we are almost dizzy at the speed of events.

I think that is why I love watching “A Wonderful Life”. Harry and Mary Bailey are just like most of us. Making plans. Being side-tracked. Running into dead ends. Encouraging others. Raising a family. Frustrated when goals get trashed. A rock of strong values for others. Confused at times. Full of self-pity during weak moments. But as Times Go By, they grow wiser, and the Baileys finally figure out that they have really been on the path GOD designed just for them.

“And there’s a hand, my trusty friend! 
And give me a hand o’ thine! 
And we’ll take a right good-will draught, 
for auld lang syne.”

Today has been a great New Year’s Eve. Eggnog with the daughter and her family. Making a New Year’s Eve Star to hang above the nativity. Friends and family posting about so many wonderful blessings and thoughts from 2018. Devotional times that continue to enrich this last day of the year and shine a Light for me to follow into 2019.

Times Go By, and they may go by a little faster than I like. But my year – like the Baileys – has been filled with all the blessings that are designed just for me – just to help me become a wiser and better person than I was at the beginning of 2018. So tonight – if I am still awake – I will walk outside and give thanks to My Father. A Father who loves me more than I know and blesses me far beyond what I deserve.

“On the sixth day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me…”  Times Go By and Blessings!Be! in 2019!

“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.”~Is 43:19 

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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: The Miracle

Santa is all put away for another year. But the light and nativities of the season are still out until Epiphany. The nice thing about not having a big tree is that I can still sit in the warmth of the lights that are spread around our small rooms. The outside lights stay on as well until the Wise Men catch up with Baby YESHUA. So the Christmas spirit remains a little longer.

I also finished up watching some of my favorite Christmas movies. “So This Is Christmas”, “Signed, Sealed and Delivered: Christmas Episodes” and “Touched By An Angel: Christmas Episodes” (which, btw, still make me tear up). All of them touching upon that essence of that first Miracle.

“You are my sheep, human sheep of my pasture, and I am your GOD, declares the Lord God.”~Ez 34:31

We all see miracles every day. We just don’t always recognize them. I can keep in touch – sometimes daily – with family and friends who are far away. I can watch favorite movies as I work around the house. I can be fed the “manna” of life even if I don’t make it to a physical building called “church”. I can read the WORD in book form, watch it in visual arrays, listen to it via dramatic readings on CD.  Life is way good.

Even with all of that, I’m pretty positive that I miss a million more miracles that are right in front of my eyes. Just like there were lots of people who didn’t recognize the miracle the prophets’ words when they were spoken – – – or the miracle of the star in front of them – – – or the miracle of angels singing – – – or a baby born and laid in a manger.

Our Father knows how stubborn sheep can be. How dismissive sheep can be when people espouse ideas that are contrary to what we want to think about. How blind sheep can be even when the Light is right in front of us. How deaf sheep can be even when the words are singing loudly above us. How any kind of Saviour could be ‘worth a hill of beans’ if He was born in a stable.

“This child is destined to cause many in Israel to fall, but he will be a joy to many others. He has been sent as a sign from God, but many will oppose him. As a result, the deepest thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your very soul.”~Lk 2:34-35

I love the miracle of Simeon and Anna. Two witnesses at His birth. Two prophets who brought more promises of Our Father to the parents and to those who would listen. The miracle of the HOLY SPIRIT was upon them both. They had grown old – fasting, praying, waiting – – – waiting for the fulfillment of a promise – the miracle of seeing the Saviour before they died. 
Moved by the SPIRIT.
Eyes and ears opened by the heart.
Faith blessed by the Miracle.

“She came along just as Simeon was talking with Mary and Joseph, and she began praising GOD. She talked about the child to everyone who had been waiting expectantly for GOD to rescue Jerusalem.”~Lk 2:38

Can we do any less? Pray. Fast. Wait. Tell everyone we meet about this sign from GOD – this Miracle – This Saviour – born to shepherd His sheep – to bring joy to the world to people of good will – a sign of a promise fulfilled.

“On the fifth day of Christmas, My True Love gave to me…”: A Miracle. 

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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2018: The Promise

Kidlets came. Kidlets left. Christmas came. Christmas….???

That is the beyond wonder-filled blessing of Christmas – – – it never truly leaves. The physical presence of relatives, the tree, the decorations, the gifts in fancy packaging, the sugarplums, the carols…
But…
Not the …
Promise.

“And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; He will crush your head, and you will strike his heel.”~Gen 3:15

Long before the star shone in the sky. Long before Mary chose to accept the LORD’s blessing. Long before prophets stood in a dessert and named Him. Long before any of that, there was the Father’s promise. Imagine – right after His first physical creations – created in His image – had chosen to eat the fruit of the tree that He had requested that they not eat, He made a promise.

HE would be with his children throughout any trials.
HE would be wounded.
HE would stand in the gap – between falsehoods and truth.
HE would crush the falsehood into dust along the way until it would eventually be gone – – – completely.

“…She will give birth to a son and will call him Immanuel (which means ‘God is with us’).” ~Isaiah 7:14

Later some of that dust HE created would swirl around the feet of Our Father’s children and prophets, sting the eyes and make it hard to breathe, but Our Father stood by His promise. He stated it several times. He shouted it the day the angels sang.

“The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” (which means “God with us”). ~Matthew 1:23

My youngest Grandson gave me a candle for Christmas. A candle he bought with his own money. He was so excited to give it to me that he tried to get me to open that wrapped present several times before Christmas. The more he tried, the more excited I got as well. It means the world to me, and while I don’t like seeing the wax disappear, I breathe in deeply the smell of Love that lingers in the air long after the fire has been blown out.

Our Father works much the same way at Christmas time. The Love doesn’t leave. It just surrounds us in a different way. It blesses us with its presence even when we can’t see it. That’s the way His Love and Truth work. It is just the way the Promise works.

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TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2018: Field Treasure

Baby born in Bethlehem.
Angels sang.
Shepherds came.
Animals bowed.
Samuel, Anna, Wisemen wait in line.

“The Kingdom of heaven is like this. A man happens to find a treasure hidden in a field. He covers it up again, and is so happy that he goes and sells everything he has, and then goes back and buys that field.”~Matt 13:44

Santa came.
Presents opened.
Family gathered.
Food devored.
Games, laughter, stories, hugs shared.

“Also, the Kingdom of heaven is like this. A man is looking for fine pearls, and when he finds one that is unusually fine, he goes and sells everything he has, and buys that pearl.”~Matt 13:45-46

Field treasure found, buried and purchased for the heart of love and spirit for all time.

On this first day of Christmas. So many blessed memories made in such a short time. Sometimes it all goes as planned. Sometimes, it just falls apart from the “get-go”. Most of the time – it is somewhere in the middle. Long ago, the Scottish poet Robert Burns wrote:

“But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane, 
In proving foresight may be vain: 
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men 
Gang aft agley, 
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, 
For promis’d joy! “

Which boiled down to the basics just states that age-old adage you’ve probably heard repeated in part: “The best laid plans of Mice and Men…”

Joseph, Mary had a plan. GOD had a plan. 
I have a plan. GOD has a plan.
I’ll let you figure out which one has the better plan.

So as I get ready to close my eyes tonight, I continue to dig out gems that I found in my field over the past few days, and let the joy cascade over me. He planted the gem seeds long ago.  All I had to do is find them. They may not have grown according to my plan, but the gems shine so brightly that I can’t wait to open up the gate and run back into the field just to hold them in my hands again.

Faith is like that. Peace covers all the twists, turns and craziness that life brings our way. It causes the “SON” to shine brightly on those treasures, so that each one takes a lustre far beyond the physical touchstones that they once were.

Hope.
Love.
Grace.
Repristination.

It all started with a baby in a manger, and I can’t wait to see what other gems are waiting for me to discover when my plans get thrown out the window, and HIS plan is allowed to grow and blossom in my field.

“On the first day of Christmas, My Father gave to me…”

“Go to now, you that say, To day or to morrow we will go into such a city, and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain:Whereas you know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away. For that you ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and do this, or that.”~Jm 4:13-15

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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2017 #12

“On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…”

A King’s Day.

Waking up early to bake Mama Mick’s 3-layer choc cake is always a celebratory way to start the day. I pull out my notebook that holds the recipe. 3 note cards filled with Mom’s beautiful cursive from different stages in her life. One cake recipe that is supposed to be the same, but somehow – appears different on every card. I always end up using bits and pieces from each card to make one cake.

Devil’s food chocolate cake.
Choc fudge frosting for the layers.
7 minute frosting on top (that the Grands call marshmallow frosting)

It takes about 3 hours from start to finish. Best yet, when I get to the last part of making the 7-minute frosting, I get to pull out Grandma Mac’s double boiler. It is getting old, and I dread the day when the rust spots in that blue-spotted, enamel pot completely finish the work they started.

Touchstones on a King’s Day.

“On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: 12 drummers drumming.”

Drummers drumming are often loud, bombastic, full of sound and rhythm. Seems like the composer of the 12 Days of Christmas had an epiphany for Epiphany. The day celebrated in honor of the Magi who made their way to the infant newborn King in Bethlehem. The first hint that Gentiles would be welcomed and loved as a part of Our Father’s family.

“…the star they had seen when it rose went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.” ~Matt 2:9-11

Traditionally, the 12 drummers represent the 12 points of the Apostles Creed. 12 points of faith in the fulfilled destiny of the infant king that the Magi found in a house under a star. 12 points of faith that remind us what that baby modeled for us everyday of his journey on this planet. 12 points of faith that we should let resound with rhythm and sound deep into our hearts.

A King’s Day.

A day when I woke up to make a cake. Felt my parents and grandparents’ love around me as I mixed the ingredients. Rejoiced over the gifts and fruits of the Spirit that I have been given throughout Christmas 2017 – even the cold weather and “cold” cough. Brought my gifts to a young lad who is in the early stages of his journey and hugged my “1st baby girl” who also celebrated a birthday this week. Laughed with the Grands as I tried to play Bop-it with a tiny figure named Groot. Drank the remainder of a NYC son-in-law’s perfect bloody mary mix. Re-affirmed the 12 points of faith tonight as I yawned one more time.

It has been a King’s Day to ponder in my heart and file in my treasure chest of memories. A King’s Day.

“I believe in God, the Father almighty,
creator of heaven and earth.

I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord,
who was conceived by the Holy Spirit
and born of the virgin Mary.
He suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died, and was buried;
he descended to hell.
The third day he rose again from the dead.
He ascended to heaven
and is seated at the right hand of God the Father almighty.
From there he will come to judge the living and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the holy catholic* church,
the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body,
and the life everlasting. Amen.”

*the true Christian church of all times and all places

Blessings!Be! on this King’s Day. 

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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2017 #10

“On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me…”

JOY!

Not sure why staying home, doing mundane, everyday things bring me want to leap for joy. I just know it does.

Cardinals fussing around the bird feeders. A chicken hawk trying to grab a grey squirrel off a tree (he missed by the way – and boy – did that squirrel scurry down the tree). Dogs sliding in the snow just so they could roll in it one more time. Kitten playing in the box I’m trying to fill with Christmas past. Folding laundry. Cooking hot dogs with onions wrapped in a toasted tortilla. Learning something new during devotions.

It all just makes me – – – full of leaping joy.

“On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me: 10 lords a-leaping.”

Traditionally, the 10 lords refer to the 10 commandments. 10 road markers to guide a weary traveler. 10 rock-solid principles in a wacky world of slithering truths. 10 laws that guided a way-ward, stubborn people out of slavery and idolatry into the promise land of new milk and honey sweet manna. 10 laws that Rabbi Yeshua followed faithfully as He walked in this physical world.

“But let all who take refuge in You rejoice; let them sing joyful praises forever. Spread Your protection over them, that all who love Your name may be filled with joy. For You bless the godly, O LORD; You surround them with Your shield of Love.”~Ps 5:11-12

JOY!

One of the fruits of the Holy Spirit. One of the words the angels used on the night Our Father sent His Son to live with us. One of the words that Rabbi Yeshua used often. Is it any surprise that I’m leaping for joy tonight? It may be cold outside. I may still have a coughing, sniffling cold. I may not leave the house for another three days because I just don’t want to do so.

JOY!

“These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full.”~Jn 15:11 

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12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2017 #9

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

SNOW!

They said, it wouldn’t reach us. They said it would dance east of us. They said if we saw any – it would just be a trace. “They” don’t always know what they think they know. I have one hope left. That “they” are right about it getting above freezing tomorrow.

Knew I should have gone to the store today.

I did get the most of the outside lights off the house. So tonight when the dogs did their “I- wanna-go-outside-dance”, there were still a few lights to guide their ‘slip, slidin’ away’. Lights on the grape vine tree – a snowman light in the corner of the porch – a couple of lamp posts lining our snow-covered ramp – and wire lights on the fresh greenery and ivy berries that have decorated our porch through Advent (although – I have noticed that the berries are half gone since the birds discovered them ripe for harvest).

“On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: nine ladies dancing.”

Dancing through life has always seemed like the best way to tackle the journey. Ever since I took dance classes and dressed up in old lace curtains to dance around the living room, dancing has appealed to me. As a teenager, I liked understanding my body and being able to make it move exactly the way I wanted – most of the time. Having a bad knee did curtail the trickier dance moves.

But the fruits of The Spirit are love, joy, peace, patience, sweetness, goodness, faith, Humility, endurance; the law is not set against these things.”~Gal 5:22-23

In traditional symbolism, the nine ladies dancing refers to the nine “Fruits of the Spirit”. Dancing away from the world and dancing to the inner notes of the Holy Spirit. A dance that will lead us closer and closer to our One True Love. The Bridegroom who sings the song just for His Bride.

A new song. A new dance. A new life.

Nine ladies dancing into your life clothed in bright colors of love, joy, peace, patience, sweetness, goodness, faith, humility, endurance to wrap around you. All you have to do is join the dance, then dance and dance and dance – bad knees, stumbling steps, tired feet and all.

See you on the dance floor.

For the WORD of God is living and all-efficient, and much sharper than a double edged sword, and it pierces to the separation of soul and spirit and of joints, marrow and of bones, and judges the reasoning and conscience of the heart.”~Heb 4:12  
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