Hope

 

“Giving is not just about making a donation. It is about making a difference.” — Kathy Calvin

 

⭐~🌲~⭐

 

Love Grows at Christmastime

Love Grows at Christmastime from the movie "Christmas Jars" | by One Voice Children's Choir - YouTube

Snow falls, nature slumbers, Winter's flurry stops new growth

December brings the season, filled with laughter and new hopes

Kindness abounds, good deeds seems to thrive,

Hate is put down while true brotherhood comes alive

Love grows at Christmastime,

When best that's within us is willingly given

Hearts heal at Christmastime

When seeds of forgiveness are planted within our hearts

Soft words, spoken freely, fill the air with joyful sounds

Warm smiles shared with gladness life the spirits of those worn down

Families comes home strangers makes new friends (2×)

Happiness flows when we reach out with open hands

Love grows at Christmastime,

When best that's within us is willingly given

Hearts heal at Christmastime

When seeds of forgiveness are planted within our hearts

A little tenderness can spread untill whole

World fills refreshed, we all are blessed with love

Love grows at Christmastime,

When best that's within us is willingly given

Hearts heals at Christmastime

When seeds of forgiveness are planted within our hearts (2×)

 

⭐~🌲~⭐

 

This is what Dean is having today.  It’s just about ready.  It’s a great soup for a cold, snowy day.

 

Chicken Dumpling Soup

6 T. butter

1 cup chopped yellow onion

1 cup matchstick carrot

1 cup diced celery

1 pound chicken thighs cut into 1” pieces

2 t salt

1/2 t dried thyme

½ t. Pepper

4 cloves garlic, minced

3 T flour

6 c. chicken brother

¼ c. fresh parsley (chopped)

For dumplings:

2 c. flour

3 t. baking powder

1 c. milk

3 T melted butter

In a large Dutch oven over medium-high heat, melt the butter and then add the onion, carrots, and celery. Cook, stirring often until the onion is tender, about 5 minutes.

Add the chicken, salt, thyme and ground pepper.  Stir until chicken is cooked through (about 5 minutes)

Add the garlic, stir.  Add the flour and stir until the chicken is well coated.  Stir in the chicken broth and bring to a boil.  Reduce heat and simmer for 10 minutes.  

While soup is simmering, make your dumplings by combining flour, salt and baking powder.  Make a well in the center of the flour, pour in the milk and melted butter.  Stir until mixed, not overmixed.  Drop dumplings by spoonful into the simmering soup until all dough is used.  Cover with a tight lid and cook for 12 - 15 minutes.  The dumplings will float to the top of the soup when done. Test a dumpling by cutting it in half.  If it is still doughy in the center.  Cook a few minutes more.

 

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The gifts of a Savior, of prayer, of time, of love are all blessings in our lives.  Another important gift is HOPE.  Hope signifies that despite the darkness of winter, spring will come.  At some time in each of our lives, we go through periods of darkness and despair.  We take our own walk through Gethsemane.  To love, to live as the Savior taught is to give those around us hope, even in the darkest atmosphere.  Christmas is a time of goodwill, and cheer - but not for everyone.  Let us open our eyes, and volunteer, volunteer, volunteer.  One of the ladies in my community is an excellent example of one who gives hope.  There are many children who are hungry, families who do not know where their next meal is coming from.  She is organizing (through the schools) for these families to have meals each of the 12 days of Christmas vacation.  Is it crazy?  YES! But she’s following the Savior’s example and making a difference in the lives of children.  Giving trees, angel trees, Sub for Santa programs, The Marine Corps 'Toys for Tots' need donations for those qualifying families/individuals.  Simple acts of kindness are huge.  A few years ago, I was at the store looking for an opportunity to do something good.  I was going to let someone get in front of me in line, or help someone, open the door to someone.  When I got in the store, I was the recipient of so many acts of kindness that it was unbelievable.  As I left the store, a little tiny lady, probably in her 80s, held the door open for me! Our world is kinder and much more positive when our lives are filled with hope.  Some of us are unable to physically or financially do these things, but we can make a phone call to someone who is alone, a visit to a care center, a smile, a wave a cheery hello.  We can open our eyes and see people.  We can be a source of light and hope ~~ Marilee

 

⭐~🌲~⭐

 

A LEGEND

~Author Unknown

 

There's a beautiful legend

That's never been told

It may have been known

To the Wise Men of old

How three little children

Came early at dawn,

With hearts that were sad,

To where Jesus was born.

 

One could not see,

One was too lame to play,

While the other, a mute,

Not a word could he say.

Yet, led by His star,

They came there to peep

At the little Lord Jesus

With eyes closed in sleep.

 

But how could the Christ Child,

So lovely and fair,

Not waken and smile

When He heard their glad prayer

Of hope at His coming,

Of faith in His birth,

Of praise at His bringing

God's peace to the earth?

 

And then, as the light

Softly came through the door,

The lad that was lame

Stood upright once more.

The boy that was mute

Started sweetly to sing,

While the child that was blind

Looked with joy on the King!



 At this Christmas when Christ comes, will He find a warm heart?  Mark the season of Advent by loving and serving the others with God's own love and concern.  ~~ Monica Johnson


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Be Born In Me

Francesca Battistelli

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsXOP7aQeqQ


Everything inside me cries for order

Everything inside me wants to hide

Is this shadow of an angel or a warrior?

If God is pleased with me, why am I so terrified?

Someone tell me I am only dreaming

Someone help me see with Heaven's eyes

And before my head agrees, my heart is on its knees.

Holy is He, blessed am I


Be born in me, be born in me, trembling heart,

Somehow, I believe that you chose me.

I'll hold you in the beginning, you will hold me in the end,

Every moment in the middle, 

Make my heart your Bethlehem.

Be born in me.

All this time we've waited for the promise,

All this time you've waited for my arms

Did you wrap yourself inside the unexpected

So we might know that Love would go far?


Be born in me, be born in me, trembling heart,

Somehow, I believe that you chose me.

I'll hold you in the beginning, you will hold me in the end,

Every moment in the middle, 

Make my heart your Bethlehem.

Be born in me.


I am not brave, I'll never be

the only thing my heart can offer is a vacancy.

I'm just a girl, nothing more,

I am willing, I am yours.

oh, woah oh ... oh oh

Be born in me, be born in me

I hold you in the beginning, you will hold me in the end,

Every moment in the middle, 

Make my heart your Bethlehem.

Be born in Me


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I love red beans and rice.  Just thinking of that southern comfort food makes me smile.  I also love Red Beans and Rice Soup.  This crock pot recipe makes it super easy.


1 small yellow onion, diced

1 green bell pepper, diced

2 stalks celery, diced

1 pound ham hock

1 pound dry red kidney beans (I like to soak mine ahead of time, but you don't have to)

4 cups water

1 T chicken base (or 4 chicken bouillon cubes)

1 T salt (or to taste)

1/2 T minced garlic

2 t. Creole seasoning

1/2 c. butter, divided

3 c. cooked rice, for serving

6 andouille sausages, cooked, for serving (I don't usually put these in)

Melt 2 T butter in medium skillet.  Add onion, green pepper, and celery.  Saute until soft (about 2-3 minutes).  Spay the inside of crock pot with cooking spray or grease with neutral cooking oil (I use grapeseed).  Add ham hocks, red beans, onion, peppers, celery, and water to the pot.  Stir in base, salt, garlic, and Creole seasoning.  

Cover slow cooker with lid and cook on high for 3 1/2 to 4 hours until beans are soft. 

Add remaining butter and rice.  Cook with the lid off until desired consistency is reached.  Ladle into bowl, and add sausage, if desired.


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Each of us have received a great gift from God.  Time.  In our busy world we hear the words, "I don't have time" constantly.  I know that I am guilty of wondering where the minutes have gone and bemoaning the fact that there are never enough.  Well, God gave us all 1,440 minutes each day.  Henry David Thoreau said, "It's not enough to be busy, so are the ants.  The question is, 'What are we busy about?'"  This Christmas, think of what's important, and allocate your time accordingly.  What matters to you?  Family?  Cooking?  Shopping?  Decorating?  Pulling your hair out? (Not serious on that one.)  Give a gift of time this Christmas.  Make your own coupons for things like "Good for one ice cream cone with Grandma", "Good for an evening of babysitting", "Good for a dog walking", "Good for a car wash", "Good for a phone call" or "You have just received 120 minutes as my time to do with as you please".  Extending a helping hand by using your time well and freeing up time for others is a great Christmas idea.  Our Father always has time for us, tell him thank you.  This Christmas, let us: 

Take Time (author unknown)

Take time to pray
            it helps to bring God near and washes the dirt of earth from your eyes
Take time for friends    
            they are the source of happiness.
Take time for work
            it is the price of success
Take time to think
            it is the source of power
Take time to read
            it is the foundation of knowledge,
Take time to laugh
            it is the singing that helps with life's loads.
Take time to love
            it is the one sacrament of life.
Take time to dream
            it hitches the soul to the stars.
Take time to play
            it is the secret of youth
Take time to worship
            it is the highway to reverence.

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There's just enough time for a cute story -- LOL

A Warm Witty Short Christmas Story

It was the day after Christmas at St Peter and St Paul's church in Borden, Kent, England. Father John, the vicar, was looking at the nativity scene outside when he noticed the baby Jesus was missing from the figures.

Immediately, Father John's thoughts turned to calling in the local policeman but as he was about to do so, he saw little Nathan with a red wagon, and in the wagon was the figure of the little infant, Jesus.

Father John approached Nathan and asked him, 'Well, Nathan, where did you get the little infant?'

Nathan looked up, smiled and replied, 'I took him from the church.'

'And why did you take him?'

With a sheepish grin, Nathan said, 'Well, Father John, about a week before Christmas I prayed to Lord Jesus. I told him if he would bring me a red wagon for Christmas, I would give him a ride around the block in it.'


Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand.” — Dr. Seuss

 

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Today is my sweetest of heart’s birthday.  I have a lot of fun and get silly, even sappy on my blog for the 5th.  Happy birthday, Dean.  You are my special gift from God, and I cherish you. (He would turn bright red if he heard this song.  It’s amazing what you can find on youtube.)  I guess that's why the background reappeared, to give me a bad time. It's quite mischievous at times. It likes Dean the best.

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Steven Curtis Chapman - Christmas Kiss - Official Lyric Video - YouTube

Your kiss is all I'm wishing for this Christmas

A kiss from you is all I really need

We'll turn the lights down low

And hang some mistletoe

And slow dance while the music softly plays

Your kiss is all I'm asking for this Christmas

One little kiss, well maybe, let's make it two

If that's alright with you

Piles of gifts wrapped up with pretty bows

Won't thrill me like holding you close

Will you make my Christmas wish come true

And kiss me

Tell Santa not to worry

I'll have everything I need

Just as long as I have you here in my arms

This Christmas Eve

Your kiss is all I'm hoping for this Christmas

One kiss from you or maybe three or four or maybe even more

Well, I've written out my list

And it all comes down to this

Your kiss is all I'm hoping for

Tell Santa I don't need anything more

Your kiss is all I'm asking for this Christmas

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Love is great gift from God.  I hope that for those who are missing their spouses, their loves this Christmas will find joy in your memories. Here is something we can all do to increase the love aroud us this year. 

 

I love a good romance, so I’m going to review a book instead of a movie today.  This is one of those "feel-good” stories that make you feel good (Aren’t I eloquent ? LOL ). 

Cracked Wheat For Christmas, copyright 1985, 80 pages

Dr. Alexander Pennington III needed a lesson in humility. He learned it in “Cracked Wheat For Christmas”. He was rich and powerful and came from a family which cared for little except success. Christmas had no real significance for him—except that it gave him an excuse to show off his wealth and status.

He left the west coast for the east in his brand new expensive car which broke down on a ranch exit in Utah. He found himself stranded in a raging blizzard on a cold winter night. All the money and influence in the world could not help him. The Stewarts, a family with three small children, took him in and helped him discover what is truly important both at Christmas and all the rest of the year.

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I asked Dean what his favorite soup is.  He said Clam Chowder.  I use the same basic recipe for clam chowder as my potato soup with just a couple of alterations

 

Clam chowder

1 cup chopped onions

1 cup finely chopped celery

2 cups finely diced potatoes

Water just to cover the vegetables plus clam juice

2 cans clams, drained (juice added to cooking veggies)

¾ cup butter (not margarine)

¾ cup flour

2 T vinegar

1 quart half and half

1 ½ t. Salt

1 t. Pepper

Put the prepared vegetables in a saucepan. Add enough water to barely cover the vegetables plus the clam juice. Simmer, covered over medium heat till barely tender. In the meantime, melt butter in another medium saucepan. Add flour. Blend and cook, stirring constantly until the flour is thoroughly incorporated; add the cream. Cook and stir with wire whip, until smooth and thick. Stir constantly! Add undrained vegetables, clams and vinegar. Heat through, but do not boil again.

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This is a wonderful love story and a Christmas miracle

Two Lives

Extracted from

4 True Christmas Stories That'll Inspire You This Holiday (culturacolectiva.com)

The evening of December 24, 2009, promised to be extra special for Mike and Tracy Hermanstorfer. Not only was it Christmas Eve, but, more importantly, they were about to have a baby. During labor, however, Tracy’s heart suddenly stopped beating, followed by her breathing. The doctors were forced to react quickly: they had little time to save the baby.

They immediately performed an emergency C-section, but the Hermanstorfer baby, Coltyn, exhibited all the wrong signs: he was limp, and his pulse and heartbeat were extremely weak, to the point that the whole room, including Mike, had little hope. 

As the child remained unresponsive in his father’s arms, another team attempted to resuscitate Tracy, who lay motionless on the hospital bed. But suddenly, as unexplainably as it had stopped minutes earlier, her heart started beating again. And as her life rekindled, so too did Coltyn’s strength. His skin, once pale, flushed with color, and he started crying—showing everyone he was fine. Two lives, having almost gone through to the other side, amazingly came back. 

 



 

“Each of us is an innkeeper who decides if there is room for Jesus!”  Neal L Maxwell



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Sunday is always simple – a story and a song. Good Sabbath, everyone ~~Marilee



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This is a beautiful video using Michael Mclean’s song, The Innkeeper - Let Him In.  I have used the music video from the stage production before, but this is new to me (Not from the stage performance).  It's a depiction of the Saviors birth and is gorgeous.


The Innkeeper - Let Him In

The Innkeeper - Let Him In - YouTube

I am a man forgotten

No one recalls my name

Thousands of years will fail to

Fully erase my shame

But I turned a profit

Nicely the day

That I turned the couple away

I turned them away...

I didn't sleep that evening

Though I'd sold out my place

Somehow, I felt uneasy

Something about her face

Why did I wish

That I'd let them stay?

I didn't think they could pay

Or could they have paid?

Restless, I left my bedroom

I walked the streets all night

Lost in the world I lived in

Found by a heavenly light

Staring at one bright star in the sky

I heard a baby cry

And I knew where that cry

Had come from

'Cuz I'd told them where

They could go

But I didn't think I could face them

And so, I walked slowly home

Missing my chance

To share in their joy

I never saw the boy

He never would condemn me

I did that all on my own

He offered His forgiveness

And ever since then, I've known

He lets us choose

Each hour of each day

If we'll let Him in to stay

Let Him in, Let Him in

Let the joy and hope begin

Let Him in, Let Him in

Let the peace on earth begin

And whether it be

In your world today

Or a crowded Bethlehem Inn,

Find a way (Find a way)

Make Him room (Make Him room)

Let Him in, Let Him in

(Let Him in)

Let the hope and joy begin

(It's beginning)

Let Him in

(Let Him in)

Let Him in

(Let Him in)

Let the peace on earth begin

(It's beginning)

Let Him in

(Let Him in)

Let Him in

(Let Him in)

Let Him in

Let Him in

(Let Him in)




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Found on multiple Christmas sites.


A Change of Heart

By George Mapson


It was the tail end of the depression, and things were tough. Mum had a hard time raising us kids on her own in our small community of New Westminster, BC. My Dad had drowned in Pitt Lake, five years earlier? I still remember it like it was yesterday. Because Dad had no pension, or benefits, there was not much money, so we went on relief, now called social assistance. We relied on the Salvation Army to keep us clothed, and although our clothes were second hand, we thought they were beautiful.

Looking back, I realize what Mum went through sending us kids to school. Every morning she would tuck a new piece of cardboard in our shoes, because our soles were worn out. When we got home, Mum would have "French Toast" ready for us. This was bread deep-fried in lard. Constant moving was typical for my family in these times. Rent was twenty-five dollars a month, but Mum couldn't pay it, and we knew we would be evicted right after Christmas on the first of January. These were hard and sad years, but we never complained.

Christmas was approaching, and we were entitled to a twenty-five-dollar Christmas fund for social services. The Inspector came to our house and searched it from top to bottom to be sure we didn't have any food hidden away. When he didn't find any, he issued the cheque for Mum. It was four days before Christmas, and Mum said that instead of buying food, she would use the money to pay back rent, assuring us all of a roof over our heads for a little while longer. She told us then there would be nothing for Christmas.

Unknown to Mum, I had been selling Christmas trees, shoveling snow, and doing odd jobs to earn enough money to buy a new pair of boots. Boots that weren't patched, boots with no cardboard in the soles. I knew exactly which boots I wanted. They were ten-inch Top Genuine Pierre Paris, and they had a price of twenty-three dollars.

Well, the big day came on the afternoon of Christmas Eve. I was very excited, as I hurried up the road to catch the bus. It was only half a mile walk, but on the way, I noticed a house with Christmas lights and decorations. It was then I realized that at our house, we had no lights, no decorations, nor any money for Christmas goodies.

I knew then that we would have no turkey or ham for Christmas, and I felt sad. But I knew for certain that we would have French toast.

As I continued walking, I began to feel bewildered. I was eleven years old, and I was feeling a strange sense of guilt. Here I was going to buy a new pair of boots while Mum was home in tears. She would be trying to explain to us why there were no presents. As I arrived at the bus stop, the driver opened his big manual hinged door. I stood there for what seemed an eternity, until eventually the driver asked, "Son, are you getting on this bus or not?" I finally blurted out, "No thanks Sir, I've changed my mind."

The bus drove off without me, and I stood alone in a daze, but feeling as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. My mind was made up and I realized what I had to do.

Across the street from the bus stop was a big grocery store called the Piggly Wiggley. Into the store I went, brimming with happiness and excitement. I realized that the twenty-five dollars I had worked so hard for went a long way for groceries. I bought a turkey, ham, oranges and all the Christmas treats. I spent every dime of my hard-earned money. The owner of the grocery store said, "Son, you can't pack all those groceries and carry them home yourself." So I asked two boys with carriers on their bicycles to run them the half-mile down to our house. As I walked behind the delivery boys, I whispered for them to quietly unload the groceries on the porch and pile them against the door. Once they had done this, with great excitement and tears in my eyes, I knocked on the door. I could hardly wait to see my mother's face! When Mum opened the door, some of the groceries fell inside onto the floor, and she just stood there dumbfounded. Holding back the tears, I hollered, "Merry Christmas Mother!! There really is a Santa Claus!"

I had a lot of explaining to do as we unpacked all the food and put it away. That day I got enough hugs and kisses from Mum to last two lifetimes. To see my Mother's prayers answered more than made up for the boots I never got. It was a Merry Christmas for us after all!


Gift of prayer

Thank you, Shannon.


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 “Christmas magic is silent. You don’t hear it. You feel it. You know it. You remember it." — Kevin Alan Milne



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Oh, Come, All Ye Faithful

Oh, Come, All Ye Faithful | Music Video ft. BYU Vocal Point and BYU Noteworthy - YouTube

O come, O come ye faithful,

O come, O come ye faithful,

O come, let us adore him,

O come all ye faithful,

Joyful and triumphant,

O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;

Come and behold him,

Born the King of angels;

O come, let us adore him,

O come, let us adore him,

O Come, let us adore him,

Christ the Lord

Sing, choirs of angels,

Sing in exaltation,

Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above;

Glory to God

Glory In the highest

O Come, let us adore him,

O Come, let us adore him,

O Come, let us adore him,

Christ, the Lord

Yea Lord, we greet thee,

Born this happy morning

Jesus, to thee be all glory giv’n

Son of the father,

Now in flesh appearing,

O Come, let us adore him,

O Come, let us adore him,

O come ye to Christ the Lord.

Come unto Christ, the son of God

Let us adore him Christ the Lord



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Tortellini Soup with Italian Sausage

¾ pound Italian sausage

1 medium onion, chopped

6 cloves garlic, minced

2 cans chicken broth

¾ cup water

1 can diced tomatoes, undrained

1 package refrigerated cheese tortellini

1 6 oz. package fresh spinach coarsely chopped

¾ r. dried basil

¼ t. Pepper

Optional: 1 T crushed red pepper

In large soup pot cook onion, sausage and garlic. Drain. Add remaining ingredients except tortellinis and spinach. Bring to a boil. Add tortellini. Cook for 5 minutes (tortellini is done when it floats to top of water. Add spinach, cook for 3 more minutes.



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Another gift from God is prayer.  Why is it important?  Does it matter? The ancient psalmists knew the power of prayer.

Psalms 4:1 Hear me when I call, O God of my righteousness: thou hast enlarged me when I was in distress; have mercy upon me, and hear my prayer.

To Psalms 3:4 To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain. Selah

Psalms 18:6 In my distress I called upon the LORD; I cried to my God for help. From His temple He heard my voice, and my cry for His help reached His ears.

We matter. He hears us. There is no better time to turn your heart to prayer than this season of love leading up to the celebration of Christ’s birth, of His life, his death and resurrection. Prayer helps the heart and mind to center on what is really important. Christmas is a celebration – a moment of reflection on the greatness of the Father and the Son. What should we pray for? Whatever our heart feels is needed. What can we pray for? Anything. Here’s a few ideas which are right for me, find what’s right for you.

Ask God to “close the doors of hate and open the doors of love” this Christmas (from a prayer by Henry Van Dyke).

Pray for those who are lonely this holiday season—widows, widowers, invalids, the homeless, etc.

Give thanks for the faith of Joseph, who believed the angelic message and provided and cared for Mary and Jesus.



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My Christmas Miracle

Reprint Of A Story By Taylor Caldwell

For many of us, one Christmas stands out from all the others, the one when the meaning of the day shone clearest.

Although I did not guess it, my own truest Christmas began on a rainy spring day in the bleakest year of my life. Recently divorced, I was in my 20's, had no job, and was on my way downtown to go the rounds of the employment offices. I had no umbrella, for my old one had fallen apart, and I could not afford another one. I sat down in the streetcar, and there against the seat was a beautiful silk umbrella with a silver handle inlaid with gold and flecks of bright enamel. I had never seen anything so lovely.

I examined the handle and saw a name engraved among the golden scrolls. The usual procedure would have been to turn in the umbrella to the conductor, but on impulse I decided to take it with me and find the owner myself. I got off the streetcar in a downpour and thankfully opened the umbrella to protect myself. Then I searched a telephone book for the name on the umbrella and found it. I called, and a lady answered.

Yes, she said in surprise, that was her umbrella which her parents, now dead, had given her for a birthday present. But, she added, it had been stolen from her locker at school (she was a teacher) more than a year before. She was so excited that I forgot I was looking for a job and went directly to her small house. She took the umbrella, and her eyes filled with tears.

The teacher wanted to give me a reward, but -- though $20 was all I had in the world - - her happiness at retrieving this special possession was such that to have accepted money would have spoiled something. We talked for a while, and I must have given her my address. I don't remember.

The next six months were wretched. I was able to obtain only temporary employment here and there, for a small salary, though this was what they now call the Roaring Twenties. But I put aside 25 or 50 cents when I could afford it for my little girls Christmas presents. (It took me six months to save $8.) My last job ended the day before Christmas, my $30 rent was soon due, and I had $15 to my name -- which Peggy and I would need for food. She was home from her convent boarding school and was excitedly looking forward to her gifts the next day, which I had already purchased. I had bought her a small tree, and we were going to decorate it that night.

The stormy air was full of the sound of Christmas merriment as I walked from the streetcar to my small apartment. Bells rang and children shouted in the bitter dusk of the evening, and windows were lighted and everyone was running and laughing. But there would be no Christmas for me, I knew, no gifts, no remembrance whatsoever. As I struggled through the snowdrifts, I just about reached the lowest point in my life. Unless a miracle happened I would be homeless in January, foodless, jobless. I had prayed steadily for weeks, and there had been no answer but this coldness and darkness, this harsh air, this abandonment. God and men had completely forgotten me. I felt old as death, and as lonely. What was to become of us?

I looked in my mailbox. There were only bills in it, a sheaf of them, and two white envelopes which I was sure contained more bills. I went up three dusty flights of stairs, and I cried, shivering in my thin coat. But I made myself smile so I could greet my little daughter with a pretense of happiness. She opened the door for me and threw herself in my arms, screaming joyously and demanding that we decorate the tree immediately.

Peggy was not yet six years old, and had been alone all day while I worked. She had set our kitchen table for our evening meal, proudly, and put pans out and the three cans of food which would be our dinner. For some reason, when I looked at those pans and cans, I felt broken-hearted. We would have only hamburgers for our Christmas dinner tomorrow, and gelatin. I stood in the cold little kitchen, and misery overwhelmed me. For the first time in my life, I doubted the existence of God and His mercy, and the coldness in my heart was colder than ice.

The doorbell rang, and Peggy ran fleetly to answer it, calling that it must be Santa Claus. Then I heard a man talking heartily to her and went to the door. He was a delivery man, and his arms were full of big parcels, and he was laughing at my child's frenzied joy and her dancing. This is a mistake, I said, but he read the name on the parcels, and they were for me. When he had gone I could only stare at the boxes. Peggy and I sat on the floor and opened them. A huge doll, three times the size of the one I had bought for her. Gloves. Candy. A beautiful leather purse. Incredible! I looked for the name of the sender. It was the teacher, the address simply California, where she had moved.

 

Our dinner that night was the most delicious I had ever eaten. I could only pray to myself, Thank You, Father. I forgot I had no money for the rent and only $15 in my purse and no job. My child and I ate and laughed together in happiness. Then we decorated the little tree and marveled at it. I put Peggy to bed and set up her gifts around the tree, and a sweet peace flooded me like a benediction. I had some hope again. I could even examine the sheaf of bills without cringing. Then I opened the two white envelopes. One contained a check for $30 from a company I had worked for briefly in the summer. It was, said a note, my Christmas bonus. My rent!

The other envelope was an offer of a permanent position with the government -- to begin in two days after Christmas. I sat with the letter in my hand and the check on the table before me, and I think that was the most joyful moment of my life up to that time.

The church bells began to ring. I hurriedly looked at my child, who was sleeping blissfully, and ran down to the street. Everywhere people were walking to church to celebrate the birth of the Saviour. People smiled at me and I smiled back. The storm had stopped, the sky was pure and glittering with stars.

The Lord is born! Sang the bells to the crystal night and the laughing darkness. Someone began to sing, Come, all ye faithful!

I joined in and sang with the strangers all about me.

I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all.

And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.





Home In our Hearts

I'm sorry for the white background. I thought I had it figured out last night, but it didn't work today


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“Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today’s Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday." — Gladys Taber

 

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The best-selling Christmas song of all time is Bing Crosby’s White Christmas, (according to the Guiness Book of World Records.)  It is also the bestselling single of  any genre of all time.    The bestselling Christmas album is Elvis Presley’s first Christmas album “Elvis Christmas.”  This is a video clip from the movie White Christmas 1950.

Bing Crosby - White Christmas (1950).avi - YouTube

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know

Where the treetops glisten

And children listen

To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases be white

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know

Where the treetops glisten

And children listen

To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases be white


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Christmas Prayer

Robert Louis Stevenson

Loving Father, help us to remember the birth of Jesus, that we may share in the song of angels, the gladness of shepherds, and the worship of the wise men.

Close the door of hate and open the door of love all over the world.

Let kindness come with every gift and good desires with every greeting.

Deliver us from the evil by the blessing which Christ brings and teach us to be merry with clear hearts.

May the Christmas morning make us happy to be Thy children, and the Christmas evening brings us to our beds with grateful thoughts, forgiving and forgiven, for Jesus’ sake Amen!


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Last night, I sat down to relax, clicked on a streaming site and put “Christmas movies” in the search box.  To my surprise, there was “Santa Claus Conquers The Martians”.   I was about 9 years old when this movie came out.  “It’s a Wonderful Life” was the best movie ever, this one was not.  My dad took Dennis (my younger brother) and I to see it in 1964.  He grumbled all the way home about the complete and total waste of time and money that movie was.  The only redeeming point in the movie was that it contained the first screen appearance of Mrs. Claus.  The movie faded into obscurity until it obtained cult status in 1990.  At that time, it was determined that it was so bad that it was good.  It has been consistently rated as one of the 100 worst movies ever made.  It’s totally harmless, it's just low budget and dumb.  If you want to watch a movie which is a real groaner that will make you shake your head and grimace, this is the one for you.


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Taco Soup

1 lb ground beef (I use ground turkey)

1 onion, diced

16 oz. can pinto beans

14 oz can diced tomatoes

8 oz can tomato sauce

4 oz. diced chilis (I use the mild, but you can use hot.  Make it as spicy as you want)

1 can beef broth (I use chicken broth)

¾ cup frozen corn

⅓ cup diced green pepper 

1 package taco seasoning

Season as you’d like

Brown ground beef, green pepper and onion in large soup pot.  Drain fat.  Add remaining ingredients, stir well and simmer for 30 minutes.  It can also be made in a crock pot.


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Luke 2: 1, 3-6

1 And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.

3 And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.

4 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:

5 To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

6 And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.

Luke shared the circumstances surrounding Christ's birth.  Jesus came as a baby, a precious gift from God.  It is so easy to lose Him in the hustle and bustle of December craziness.  Find a way to remember Him in your homes, with your families.  Show gratitude for that gift.  Our granddaughter Adrianne is in college this year.  It’s unbelievable how quickly she has grown up.  I thought about her and Christmas and nativities,and asked her if I could get her one for her room.  She said “yes”.  We gave it to her over Thanksgiving.  My mind wandered back to the first nativity I gave her.  She was about 5 years old.  We have many nativities in our home, and some are breakable.  That year, I put some within reach of the kids.  I was concerned about the possibility of breakage, but I wanted Adri and Brigham to interact with them.  I read a hint online about making a “1 finger rule” and thought that was a great idea.  The kids could touch any nativity they wanted to, any of them.  There was just one rule.  They just had to touch it with one finger, to keep it safe.  We gave Adri a simple, non-breakable nativity for Christmas.  She played with it,and told the nativity story in her own words over and over again. I walked into the room and saw a piece tipped over on the floor.  I reached down to pick it up, and Adri said, “One finger, Grandma.”  She cherished her nativity.  She protected it and kept it safe. ~~ Marilee

 I have several fun nativity projects for children on my pinterest page.  They are in the crafts for kids section.  They’re all Marilee approved.  The following story is a great one about the impact a nativity can have.  I do not know the author.  The story appears on numerous Christmas sites.

For Always

In 1994, two Americans answered an invitation from the Russian Department of Education to teach morals and ethics (based on biblical principles) in the public schools.  They were invited to teach at prisons, businesses, the fire and police departments and a large orphanage.  About 100 boys and girls who had been abandoned, abused and left in the care of a government-run program were in the orphanage.  They related the following story in their own words.

It was nearing the holiday season, 1994, time for orphans to hear, for the first time, the traditional story of Christmas.  We told them about Mary and Joseph arriving in Bethlehem.  Finding no room in the inn, the couple went to a stable, where the baby Jesus was born and placed in a manger.  Throughout the story, the children and orphanage staff sat in amazement as they listened.  Some sat on the edges  of their stools, trying to grasp every word.  Completing the story, we gave the children three small pieces of cardboard to make a crude manger.  Each child was given a small paper square, cut from yellow napkins I had brought with me.  No colored paper was available in the city.  Following instructions, the children tore the paper and carefully laid strips in the manger for straw.  Small squares of flannel, cut from a worn-out nightgown an American lady was throwing away as she left Russia, were used for the baby’s blanket.  A doll-like baby was cut from tan felt we brought from the United States.  The orphans were busy assembling their manger as I walked among them to see if they needed any help.  All went well until I got to one table where little Misha sat–he looked to be about 6 years old and had finished his project.  As I looked at the little boy’s manger, I was startled to see not one, but two babies in the manger.  Quickly, I called for the translator to ask the lad why there were two babies in the manger.  Crossing his arms in front of him and looking at his completed manger scene, the child began to repeat the story very seriously.  For such a young boy, who had only heard the Christmas story once, he related the happenings accurately–until he came to the part where Mary put the baby in the manger.  Then Misha started to ad lib.  He made up his own ending to the story as he said, “And when Mary laid the baby in the manger, Jesus looked at me and asked me if I had a place to stay.  I told him I have no mamma and I have no papa, so I don't have any place to stay.  Then Jesus told me I could stay with him.  But I told him I couldn’t because I didn’t have a gift to give him like everybody else did.  But I wanted to stay with Jesus so much, so I thought about what I had that maybe I could use for a gift.  So I asked Jesus, “If I keep you warm, will that be a good enough gift?” And Jesus told me, “If you keep me warm, that will be the best gift anybody ever gave me.”  So I got into the manger, and then Jesus looked at me and told me I could stay with him–for “always.”

As little Misha finished his story, his eyes brimmed full of tears that splashed down his little cheeks.  Putting his hand over his face, his head dropped to the table and his shoulders shook as he sobbed and sobbed.  The little orphan had found someone who would never abandon not abuse him, someone who would stay with him – FOR ALWAYS.

This December, let us give Christ the gift of a home in our hearts.