May My Heart See...

Merry Christmas!   I hope you had a wonderful blessed holiday - blessed with some “alone” time.   Now I know I blogged about it not being all about me previously, but by “alone” time I mean alone with just you and your Savior.   To me, that is the “blessed” part of the holiday.   Don’t get me wrong, I love being with my kids and the grandchildren and giving the gifts and all that - that is certainly a wonderful part of the celebration but the most blessed part of Christmas is my time and my worship of my Savior.   Prophets for centuries talked about a savior that was coming to save the world.   These prophecies were passed on for centuries.   The Jewish people were the chosen race and when the angel told Mary she was to be with child, right from the “get go” she took ownership of this miracle, proclaiming: My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for He has been mindful of the humble state of His servant.   From now on generations will cal

Long ago, the very first Christmas, no one expected the Savior of the world to come as a baby.   Prophets like Isaiah, Jeremiah and Hosea foretold a King was coming – the Messiah.   But a King come as a baby?   Seriously?   Angels announced His birth in the heavenly glories.   Shepherds came to worship.   The angel had told them that Christ, the Lord, was born and they would find Him wrapped in cloths in a manger.      They found a baby wrapped in an old blanket and born in a manger.   They spread the word concerning what they had been told about this baby and all were amazed at what the shepherds said.   But a baby who would be the Savior of the world?    I wonder if that is what they expected.   I doubt it.   That got me to thinking – what do I expect from Jesus?   What are my   expectations?   I will call my Jesus expectations:   Xpectations, k?      Xpectations He knows all – everything – and He sees it too He is One with His Father – They are the same

My husband’s call woke me up this morning.   He says there is no way I will get out until the plow comes.   So I sleep in a little and get up about an hour later. After saying Good Morning! to Jesus, I ask Him to help me deny myself.   Then I go about getting my breakfast and reading my devotion.    I do my laundry and start planning my day.   Stranded, as the snow plow hasn’t come by yet, I think of all the things needed to be done around here if I can’t get into the office.   Something, some small thought in the back of my heart, starts me singing this song.   I have been humming Christmas carols for weeks now, it surprised me that this came to me.   Have you heard it?   Here are the lyrics:   It's all about You, Jesus And all this is for You For Your glory and your fame It's not about me As if You should do things my way You alone are God And I surrender to your ways Jesus, lover of my soul All consuming fire is in Your gaze Jesus, I want you to know

My heart is heavy today – full of despair.   A beautiful woman, I love and thank God for, with an abuse problem, is in ICU.     While high on heroin, she drove her car into a parked semi. What???????????!!!!   Let’s just sit on that for a while.   My despair is NOTHING compared to her despair – her children’s despair.   Her parents’ despair.   This abuse problem has been around for years.   That’s who she is . . . “an addict” (her words). Really?   I have never been addicted to drugs so I don’t understand this addiction, but I have known other “addictions” – I have felt helpless – I have labeled myself  “defeated”.   Hopeless.   I am so sick and tired of Satan and his destruction.   I have had it.     Why do we give him so much power?   He delights in this . . . . this darkness.   No more. I claim in the Mighty Name of Jesus Christ – LEAVE THIS WOMAN ALONE! I found a great quote from Charles Gore (British theologian): We are conscious of our own weakness and of