The Christmas Story

A very wonderful Christmas to all! This Christmas has meant something different to me than other before. We all think about the beginning of the Christmas story, but what about the end? No, I am not talking about the journey back to Nazareth, but rather about the Journey to Golgotha. I have been reading the book of Matthew recently, with different eyes. It felt like I was living along with it. Watching Him grow up as a child, taking on His Father's work... I was growing closer as I watched events unfolding, one by one. The healings physical and spiritual, the miracles, the showing of infinite unmatchless Love. Than they took Him into captivity, mocked Him, SPIT on Him! They degraded Him.... the Innocent. And He took it all. Without retaliation. And than He died... and bore our sins. He BORE our sins. He took upon Himself the blame, the humiliation, the shame, the sinfulness, the wretchedness of OUR sins, and not just one persons. Take all the people who ever lived and will live, take all that sin, allll the blame, humiliating wretchedness, shame, take it all and put it together on one Man. That's what Jesus did, for me. He did it for you. As this came clearly to my eyes... I felt so unworthy. Jesus did it for me. And in turn we have the gift, The Gift of Salvation. Can I actually accept it? Can I actually receive it, the Gift of Forgiveness, Acceptance, from Him? Please do. Accept and think on the best Christmas Gift of all. On His Birth, He began to give us.... The Ultimate Gift.
To me, THIS is the Christmas Story.

His Plan

Living life. Life is so amazing. Life hands us so many things. So much joy. wonderstruckness :) so many things. When life is joyful and sparkling and fun and happy we are happy. We love life... or at least I do. But unfortunately or (on the other hand) fortunately life does not hand happiness to us on a silver platter. The real Happiness is God. and when things don't go my way is when i need to focus on the Plan, when I need to focus on the Maker of Happiness. Although Life throws curveballs at us at times it is essential to remember that God always sees the bigger scope. We cannot always see His Plan and it takes an enduring trust to continue. God has a beautiful ending for our story, but only if we let Him write it. And it takes humbleness to let Him write it. I want to think that I can write my story. I want to think that I can start and end each chapter. and... to a certain extent i can. But the author is not me.... no it is God or the Evil One. Who am I, who are YOU letting write your story?  To be able to trust God so infinitely that He writes my story in the completeness would be wonderful. I try. but. it is hard. why not tho? why not give Him full ownership and control of the Pen? Let Him write your story. I want to.because, He has created me. So, He has also created, His Plan...

Surrendering a Dream...

Struggling,

       Crying.

                      Reaching...

Reaching for that,

That which is beyond my reach.

It's there... sparkling, beckoning,

calling my name,

yet, as I,

Hopefully,

   Reach for it.

It slips elusively, from

my fingertips.

Grazing them with an enchanting

touch.

Once I held this dream. 

This beautiful dream.

Consisting of a colorful ambrosia, of

everything sweet. It held

also

        pain...

               tears...

It held a future.

Once I held this dream...

possessively, not without

utmost care... yet,

it slipped,

from my grasp.

so quietly.

I'm on this road,

this rocky trail, through a jungle of

dark thoughts, hopelessly

entangled with bright

memories.

always whispering to me,

feeding my mind with,

forgotten laughter, 

fragments of sparkling remembrances,

a time that is only to be dashed,

in a million

pieces.

My dream lies before me, so tantalizing,

yet I want to

cry, to

      give up 

this road.

Than, I look up.

and see Him. HE!

who clears an overgrown

path. 

He calls, and the sweet tones

caress my tired ears.

He asks me to trust

my dream to Him. He

promises to care for it.

Carefully.

I give it to Him, tears streaking

my cheeks. And I

walk beside Him, down a path,

void of troublesome thoughts...

yes

My dream is there. 

my hope.

It lies ahead,

always

it beckons me...

yet, I am content to leave,

It in my Fathers 

care.

I wrote this a while back in a notebook of mine, as I experienced this. And came across it today. I hope this can be an inspiration to someone somewhere. 

...au revoir...

This says it all....

Listen and think... this is beautiful!!!!

I have a Reason

     " I have a Reason", He said. " It is in My Plan."

     "Why God?" I cried. " Can You pleas tell me why? I mean, I know you're good and all. I know that You loved him; I know that You have a Reason, but, why? " I buried my face, my thoughts in a tumult.

     Softly, God picked me up; He held me, and wiped away my tears. All was silent, and than, He said, "I have a Reason. It is in My Plan. "

     "But, you already..."

     "Shhh, be still. Have patience."

     I sat, quietly waiting, feeling shamed, yet still, though my lips were silent, my brains was whispering.... Why? why? why?

     Then, He spoke.... "I looked down, and I saw him, your friend. I was speaking to him for a long time... I was working with him. Daughter, every time a prayer was sent to Me, interceding for him, his soul, I spoke to him. I talked to him, and he was listening. Slowly, he began to change. He read My Book, and I spoke. He visited My House, I spoke. He talked to Me, and again I spoke. We talked through song. Dear one, I looked down on him, and I saw that door opening., and quietly, I spoke. I looked down and saw him, a sinner. He had had such a hard life, Satan had bombarded him for so long, and now, he was opening his hearts door. I loved him, and than, that morning, I saw him again. He had struggled enough, and it was time to take him Home. I allowed that accident to happen. No child, it was not mere Time and Chance, and in the minutes after the accident, I spoke to him. I told him I loved him, and that I wanted to help him to the Other Side. Gently, ohhh so gently, I picked him up, and took him to be with Me. It was, My Plan..."

     It grew quiet, and as I sat, a feeling of awe crept over me, and through my tears, I looked up, and embraced my Father.

    

How Deep Our Fathers Love...

How Deep the Fathers Love

How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory.

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers.

It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection.

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.


This song is so amazing, and has been an enormous inspiration for me! It's impossible, i think, to actually comprehend the reality, the actuality, the depth of our Fathers love, and the price that was paid! I'm just so thankful for that love, and I want the everyone to know of it!