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Tuesday, December 29, 2009

As I lounge around in my sweat suit I delight in the cozy fleece that embraces me. Hugging my arms and legs with warmth and keeping out any draft. I thank the Lord for such comfortable clothing especially since we have had freezing temp's and several days of heavy frost. Just looking out at the glaring white lawn makes me shiver!

Here's another way to keep warm. Layer after layer of petticoats and other undergarments topped with all this fluff and puff. Unfortunately her upper body may have turned blue from the cold in her drafty old castle.

This portrait of Queen Victoria looks like she was draped in heavy robes. But again, the chest and back must have been a mass of goosebumps.
Marie Antoinette at least had furs to bundle up in, but oh my goodness, that would be some kind of chest cold! LOL And can you imagine having your waist cinched in like that?
The extravagant gowns were pretty to look at but certainly not practical. Can you imagine sweeping the floor or making dinner dressed like this, or going to the gym or PTA meeting? I'm so glad those days are past and thank you dear Lord for my comfy sweat suit!



Saturday, December 19, 2009

" ..... and lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was."
Matthew 2:9


Saturday, December 12, 2009


See Santa standing on the trunk?

1949 was a time when civic Christmas celebrations were highly popular. It was during this time that Bellingham; Washington saw itself as the center of national attention with the tallest Christmas Tree.

The 1949 tree stood 153 feet tall, towering over all the businesses in town.
It lit up with hundreds and hundreds of lights for the first time when famous broadcaster Edward R. Morrow pushed a button from his studio in New York. It was the tallest Christmas tree and it was ours.

Mom came home one cold winter day and told us the news about this huge tree and said dad would take us to see it. We could barely contain ourselves. Christmas being the most exciting time of year and now our town was getting the biggest Christmas tree.

My memories of this famous tree still ignite the same old excitement I felt way back then. My uncle Clint was a log truck driver and with a tree this size it took two rigs to haul it. Uncle drove the rear rig.

I think dad and mom were just as excited as their three girls the night we drove downtown to see it. I stretched and twisted my neck the entire way thinking I should be able to see the tree above the hills since it was so big, but not until dad turned the corner on Holly and Railroad did this magnificent tree come into view. It was nighttime and there were hundreds and hundreds of lights all the way to the top. Huge cables were attached to the tree and secured to huge spike things, which were sunk into the pavement. I still don’t know how that tree stayed up but it did.
There was something so magical about the town Christmas tree. It seemed to bring the people together. Not just the excited little children, but smiling strangers laughed together, raving about the tree. Because of this friendliness I thought the town Christmas tree brought “Peace On Earth, and Good Will Toward Men.” But I was wrong. It is He whom the Christmas celebration is about who brings peace and goodwill.


Thursday, December 03, 2009


It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the season. Maybe you've forgotten that I wasn't actually born during this time of the year and that it was some of your predecessors who decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of pagan festival. Although I do appreciate being remembered anytime.
How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own. I don't care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth, just GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
Now, having said that let Me go on. If it bothers you that the town in which you live doesn't allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of a couple of Santas and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn't be any need for such a scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.
Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grape vine if you wish: I actually spoke of that one in a teaching, explaining who I am in relation to you and what each of our tasks were. If you have forgotten that one, look up John 15:1 - 8.
If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth here is my wish list. Choose something from it:
1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday is being celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home. They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know, they tell Me all the time.
2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have to know them personally. They just need to know that someone cares about them.

3. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can't afford and they don't need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.

4. Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.

5. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don't know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile; it could make the difference.

6. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smile and a kind word. Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a "Merry Christmas" that doesn't keep you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on Sunday. If the store didn't make so much money on that day they'd close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families

7. If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary-- especially one who takes My love and Good News to those who have never heard My name.

8. Here's a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no "Christmas" tree, but neither will they have any presents to give or receive. If you don't know them,buy some food and a few gifts and give them to the Salvation Army or some other charity which believes in Me and they will make the delivery for you.

9. Finally, if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. Don't do things in secret that you wouldn't do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.
Don't forget; I am God and can take care of Myself. Just love Me and do what I have told you to do. I'll take care of all the rest. Check out the list above and get to work; time is short. I'll help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom you love and remember :


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