life as it is seen from my heart and soul

Christmas Eve thoughts

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it is brisk outside today, wind is blowing with a chill of 19 degrees. we wrapped presents, finished baking cutouts, and ready to use up the rest of the frosting. there are cookies and pound cakes to deliver.
but this morning as I listened to the cd O Holy Night by Sara Groves, i stand and weep over the cookie dough hoping Samwise does not hear me. with a million thoughts in my head ~ of my grandmas, my parents, relationships, friends, and my children and my marriage. Lives past, words spent in wastefulness, and hopes dashed. this is my life. reality.
I will never have the Christmas in my head, but I will have the Christmas in my heart. the one that I am grateful and blessed by who is around me. I will express my love in word and deed to them, each day, not just at Christmas.  because Christmas is not about the tree or the presents, but about our hearts. the Love of God came to save each one of us. we are wounded and broken – with piercing sharp arrows flung at us. and much like pieces of glass shattered to the ground we wait to be put back together. so He comes to us. to live and breathe the air of Earth. to scrape His knees, to feel pain & sorrow & rejection. to know Humanity.
how I wish I could tell you of the Grace and Mercy and Love this Babe brings to you. please consider visiting here if you have Faith questions. because Jesus is the Saviour of the world and i want all of us in the Heavens together singing Joy to the World.

Author: melinda

a follower of Christ & a Daughter of the Great High King of Heaven disguised as a wife, a mum, a nurse, a baker, a gardener, a teacher, an artist and many things unknown by others.

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