As I was shopping for my items for our shoeboxes for Samaritan’s Purse Operation Christmas Child, tears came to my eyes. I thought of the kids of Haiti and how little they have and how spoiled I am. As Americans we are so amazingly blessed materially but forget to be grateful and give back. From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; Luke 12:48
But there was another reason tears came to my eyes. The holiday season is difficult. It is for so many-I am one of them. Years ago, my father had a terrible stroke at a Sunday School Christmas party that changed everything. Since then I struggle with joy during this obvious season of joy. I am not alone.
Our trip changed a village forever. One day I believe me and every lady on the trip cried every tear we had. God was way more than good, and we were totally over whelmed. We experienced a small piece of what full-time missionaries experience all the time, being Jesus in flesh in areas where the need is great.
Matthew 28:19-20 (NASB) Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father … More
Since I started a new school, the last thing I remember is “Welcome back to school and a new school year.” As I lay here on my bed, exhausted, I remember Fall, some leaves, a blur of green and red lights at Christmas, but honestly, the first year of anything new is a killer, isn’t it?
For weeks after dad’s funeral, I sang this song. I thought I would share it with you. If you have had a difficult summer, know that God is good. Even in our worst moments, there is no denying a cross and a Savior that provided freedom. My dad is experiencing true freedom in Christ right now. So, today I celebrate my dad’s first month in heaven. Time will heal my broken heart, and a dwelling on God’s Word that reminds me of the peace I know through Christ.
I find myself crying over vines a lot. As a matter of fact, I seem to be an expert in … More
Every year, a meltdown is inevitable. I love Christmas, but memories come flooding back every year and I must deal with them. The pain never gets better. God’s grace and comfort seem to increase. I want to be happy and joyful in this season, but it no longer comes naturally. The enemy would have me to wallow in a pit of sorrow, but I will not. I choose joy.
If you are not called to go, you are called to pray and give. If you feel that you have nothing to give, you are probably wrong. We are so blessed that we have no concept of how blessed we are.
10. Having just returned from Haiti, I am thankful. We are living better than most all of Haiti and for that matter, many others around the globe. We should all be thankful, quit whining about material things that don’t matter, and let it go. It’s very freeing.
“…For I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.” Philippians 4:11
Life brings us many surprises, some good and some not so good. This holiday season I have been writing about … More