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The Gift of Christmas

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I’m sitting in the stillness and the silence of my morning house.  The weekend before Christmas is upon us.  Snow is swirling in the air and it glistens in the sun that is attempting to poke throughout the clouds.  I am soaked in Peace.  I am saturated in the presence of the Sprit.  I think about my week and how I was witness, again, to the Gift of God shining in the most unexpected places.

I sink into my chair, wrapped in the warmth of blanket and fire and hum two of my favorite Christmas songs.  Oh Holy Night and Come All Ye Faithful.  I pause and reflect on the words,

Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
Oh night divine
Oh night when Christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night divine

Fall on your knees.  How often I am here.  On my knees.  It doesn’t take a Christmas song to bring me there on a daily basis.

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.

Adore Him.  The King of angels.  The King of this World.  The King of Glory.  The King of Kings.  Adore Him..

UnknownTwo songs say it all.  Fall on your knees and adore Him.  Drop to your knees and delight in Him.  Spill to your knees and glorify, exalt and esteem Him.  Not just today, not just for Christmas….this is what is necessary… Every.  Single.  Day.

I pray that the Christmas spirit finds a way to wrap itself around your very heart, all year long.  A Gift.

This week I had the amazing pleasure of sharing this Gift with someone.  Someone who had no hope, no promise, no faith.  That which started as a day to bless others serving a hot Christmas meal with my Life Group at the Food Bank, ended with my heart so swollen, and so in awe of the mercy and grace that God gives us.  The Gift of Love.  The Gift of Redemption.  The Gift of Hope and a Future. Unknown

I saw her sitting alone, and prayed as I approached her for bold, courage.  I prayed silently as I sat, that He give me the appropriate words to say.  That I be only a vessel of his love.  What if I had not listened?  She poured her heart out to me.  What if I had ignored His provoking of my heart?  She spilled every inch of her soul to me.  What if I would’ve talked instead of listening to her words of hopelessness and grief?  What if I hadn’t taken notice to His leading that prompted me to show a simple smile, to take time to sit and have a conversation, to look into eyes that showed pain, to take a hand and hold, and to hug a complete stranger?  How often do I do this?  Pass by.  Hurry on in my day.  What if I had not listened?  This story would have ended differently.  But on this day, as I held the trembling, thin, cracked hands of a complete stranger, He held my hands,  and He had a different plan….  And as I prayed with this sweet, delicate, woman, I felt His presence so powerful, and so strong.  His mercy and grace spilling onto her.  His love splashing around us.  Completely soaked in the goodness and graciousness of God.  And when she opened her eyes, I could see a hope that can only come from one Source.

From a Baby.  From the Lover of our souls.  From an almighty God that loves us without abandon.

The King of angels.  Christ the Lord.  The Gift.

………….Oh Come Let us Adore Him.Unknown-1

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