Saturday, December 26, 2015
But "the fear of the Lord" is a mystical reality, and even with no one watching, I simply could not disregard him, throw him out. So with tears streaming down my face, I rescued the baby. Cleansing him from household dust and debris I reunited him with the sheep and shepherds, and Mary and Joseph, and placed them all together on the mantel. For some reason, I still could not stop crying. Crying for me and my selfish ways, crying for Jesus, and crying in thanksgiving that I actually had the opportunity to do the right thing.
This is a simple story, but it so touched my heart that I continue to keep him and his little family on the mantle year-round reminding me of the day when I was in such a hurry to get my house in order, to get things clean and tidy, that I was ready to discard the best part. The gift.
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Receive and conceive something good and world changing. Take courage. Allow God's Word and promise the space to take root - the freedom to flourish. Protect it and feel it grow. Nurture this lively intrusion to full term. Allow God to birth through you all His goodness and love, patience and joy, power and peace.
And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this? (Esther 4:14)