Another quiet morning sipping my French Roast coffee and reading my Bible as my husband is snoozing beside of me and BJ is snuggled in between us. It would be hard to get any better than this, this side of eternity.
Reading this morning in Exodus. The Passover. Circumcised flesh. Blood on the doorposts. Death passing over the blood. Judgment for those outside of the covenant. But the blood protects and marks you. Marks you as the protected. Brings in the foreigners. Joining the family of the Israelite people.
From the beginning Jesus was chosen to be the Passover Lamb. Believing in Him. Our hearts are circumcised. Believing in Him. We are covered by the Blood He shed on the cross. Sacrificed on our behalf. Making us the protected. Grafting us into His family.
So thankful for another day to live and move and breathe. To be a part of the family of God. Because of Jesus. Our Passover Lamb.
...,a planting of the Lord for the display of His splendor. Isaiah 61:3 NIV
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Thursday, December 26, 2013
The Greatest of These is Love
I am up early sipping my French Roast and being still before the busyness and noise of the day. It's back to work after a 5 day weekend and another Christmas that has zipped by - today just a memory after all the anticipation and preparations. It was a great day yesterday as my house was filled with those I love the most, minus my son and his family. There was sadness there that I kept pushed back. I choose to focus on the good, what is here and not what is missing. We ate, and talked, and laughed, and cried (or at least I did! - I'm a sap) and opened gifts and gave gifts. A day of loving and enjoying one another.
After the festivities were winding down and most of the family had left, my sister Robin and her family lingered behind. This is pretty usual for us. We are very close, as I am with my older sister Teresa, but there is a special bond with my niece and nephew, Quinn and Leah. Brandon and I call them our babies! Mind you, they are 17 and 18 years old! Nonetheless, they are still our babies. They had something special they wanted to share with us after everyone else had gone home. After a while, Robin and Leah went out to get some special gifts for us that they had left in their car. There was candy and a Harley Davidson calendar for Brandon, juice glasses (that I had been looking for) and a lovely cross necklace for me. But then - Quinn gave me a beautiful framed picture of he and his sister. Breathtaking in itself. I was touched - beyond words. And then - Leah walks out of the room and comes back in with this large Christmas bag. She walks to me without saying a word and sits it down. As I dig thru the tissue paper I begin to feel that this is a special gift. Really special. I shove it toward Brandon and tell him to open it because I know I'm going to lose it (a sap, remember). But then I proceed to pull out the paper and there it is. Love in that big Christmas bag. My niece has spent the better part of a year crocheting a 7' x 7' throw for me, FOR ME. The woman who has sat many times feeling very unloved by those that should love her most. I pull out the most beautiful throw in all my favorite colors and there are no words - only tears,...
1 Cor. 13:13
For now there are faith, hope, and love. But of these three, the greatest is love.
My Christmas - filled with love.
After the festivities were winding down and most of the family had left, my sister Robin and her family lingered behind. This is pretty usual for us. We are very close, as I am with my older sister Teresa, but there is a special bond with my niece and nephew, Quinn and Leah. Brandon and I call them our babies! Mind you, they are 17 and 18 years old! Nonetheless, they are still our babies. They had something special they wanted to share with us after everyone else had gone home. After a while, Robin and Leah went out to get some special gifts for us that they had left in their car. There was candy and a Harley Davidson calendar for Brandon, juice glasses (that I had been looking for) and a lovely cross necklace for me. But then - Quinn gave me a beautiful framed picture of he and his sister. Breathtaking in itself. I was touched - beyond words. And then - Leah walks out of the room and comes back in with this large Christmas bag. She walks to me without saying a word and sits it down. As I dig thru the tissue paper I begin to feel that this is a special gift. Really special. I shove it toward Brandon and tell him to open it because I know I'm going to lose it (a sap, remember). But then I proceed to pull out the paper and there it is. Love in that big Christmas bag. My niece has spent the better part of a year crocheting a 7' x 7' throw for me, FOR ME. The woman who has sat many times feeling very unloved by those that should love her most. I pull out the most beautiful throw in all my favorite colors and there are no words - only tears,...
1 Cor. 13:13
For now there are faith, hope, and love. But of these three, the greatest is love.
My Christmas - filled with love.
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