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My Greatest Gift

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This morning I opened a forward that one of my daughters sent my way in 2012. It was a flashmob rendition of Joyful Joyful We Adore Thee, and numerous other wonderful Christmas Savior songs.

As the music crescendoed from my Ipad, I raised my hands in response to the call for adoration.

Joyful tears flowed as I gave thanks not only for the Baby born over two thousand years ago, but for the babies that have blessed my life over the last sixty years: my sons and daughters, my grandsons and granddaughters and most of all my great-grandchildren; all truly wonderful gifts.

The joy that filled my heart at our family Christmas party yesterday, overflowed this morning in thanksgiving to the One whose presence in my life is my greatest gift.

“Oh, come let us adore Him, Christ, the Lord!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

World Peace in a Sack?

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I asked my ten-year-old grandson what he wanted for Christmas. His dimples deepened in thought, and his reply was, “Nana, I have no idea! I have everything now and don’t need anything more.” And then he looked me in the eye and said, “I’d really like world peace.”

I wanted to hug his little self and not let go, but we were in a hockey arena and ten-year-old hockey players have an image to keep up.

When a child of that age realizes how cruel our world is becoming, and wants world peace over toys and technology, how do we fulfill a Christmas wish like that?

Does Santa have world peace in his sack?

Toe Picks

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This chapter reveals a devastating disappointment in the eleventh Christmas of my  life.

Chapter Twelve  –  Toe Picks

My quivering fingers ripped part of the paper off my present. Yes! There were the white boots, but wait, they were shoe polish white! Tearing at the rest of the paper I uncovered the gleam of steel blades. But it was a steel wool gleam. My heart sank as the paper fell away from the rest of the skates– no toe picks.

The lump in my throat felt like a tennis ball. Choking back tears, I examined the skates a little closer. The insides of the boots were a dull, worn flannel. They were second-hand skates, somebody else’s has-been skates. Disappointment crushed me. They were not even figure skates……

A hope deferred makes the heart sick… Proverbs 13:12

Tomorrow  –  My First Job  –  A Lesson in Self-Reliance