For centuries prophets foretold the Birth of Jesus Christ, the Messiah. We are entering the season when we focus on Him and marvel at the fulfillment of the prophecies and all that He is – especially that He came for you and me to bear the penalty of our sin. Just think, The God who created the world loves you!
In my devotions I have been dwelling on who He is. Through December, I will be sharing His attributes and fulfillment of Scripture. Having said this. I am sharing this song on YouTube video today which marvels on all that He is. I hope it blesses you as it has blessed me. This is a Ben Everson song beautifully sung by Amber Foster.
“He is Jesus, King of creation!
He is Jesus, Lord of all nations!
Bound up in humanness, needing food and sleep and rest.
Fully man, yet wholly God!
What manner of man is this?
What Manner of Man Is This?”
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Today is December 1. That means there are only 25 days until Christmas. Visit your local coffee shop, take a trip to the mall, or just drive through your neighborhood at night, and it’s easy to see…
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My friend, Mary Logwood shared this beautiful music on Facebook. I was delighted to see that there are many Thankful songs at this site on YouTube. It certainly reminded me of all that I have to be thankful for. Thank you, Christopher Phillips for posting your beautiful piano music on YouTube. Thank you, Lord!
They grow up so fast! Ruby is still a sweetheart and communicates very well! I took her towel from the foot of the bed in order to wash it while I changed the sheets. She was not thrilled. She came up to me as I typed on the computer and starred at me. Then she vocalized and turned toward the bedroom and looked back to see if I was following. She jumped on the bed to the corner of the foot of the bed where the kitty towel goes. So I placed my folded blanket on the spot instead and now she is a very happy camper. Our Princess is very particuliar and we love her.
Today is Ruby’s birthday and she seems to know it. She has been running around the house chasing her hard food – batting it like a hockey puck, playing with her favorite kickeroo, batting a toy mouse and teasing Skippy and Little Alice.
Happy Birthday, Ruby!
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We knew we wanted another Maine Coon to be a friend for Skippy. John had scoured the internet for all the Maine Coon breeders and knew which cats were about to be “new Mamas” and the bloodline of the new litters.
I wanted a calico kitty like my first kitten, Ruby.
Ruby the first was a sweet, gentle kitten who allowed this six-year-old to dress her up in doll clothes and to stroll her around the neighborhood in my red doll carriage. I wanted another kitten like that! Although it is difficult to find a kitten with the same temperament of another…
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Some things never change. Children will always love jumping in piled up leaves and listening to stories from the good old days when Grammy and Grandpa were children!
Isabel dried and put away the last dish and smiled as she surveyed the clean kitchen before heading to her favorite rocking chair in the living room. She sighed as she sank into the gray platform rocker her daughter had given her last Christmas.
Isabel closed her eyes and basked in the knowledge that all her tasks were done for the day. She heard the screen door clap and caught a whisk of woodsmoke in the air. She breathed deeply and smiled; thinking of days gone by.
“Nannie, Nannie, look what I found!”
Isabel opened her eyes to see what treasure her small granddaughter discovered. “Leaves!” There is probably a trail of leaves throughout the house. Instead, she smiled and reached to the child who crawled onto her lap.
“Aint it beautiful, Nannie? I have more too. They are different colors,” the child said as she pulled yellow, red, orange…
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When all of the wrappers are empty
and all of the candy devoured,
The Word of God remains.
In this you can be secure.
“Jesus Christ the same, yesterday, today and tomorrow.”
It was so exciting in our neighborhood last night. We saw a beautiful Cinderella, a cute little lady bug, some pirates, two “Officers in Blue”, two Darth Vaders, Many Star War characters, pirates, (one beautiful girl pirate in a gorgeous costume!) Too many to count.
John was giving out treats to four young ladies (probably in 4th -6th grade) and one girl dressed in a pioneer dress and bonnet caught my attention. She reminded me of “Ma Ingalls” with pretty blonde hair. (Probably Laura or Mary Ingalls) For some reason, I had an overwhelming desire to give her a copy of The Vision of a Mother’s Heart. (My book). She reminded me of “Isabel!” I grabbed a book and ran after her.
She was so excited when I told her she could keep it. Her three friend’s faces lit up. “May we have one too?” “Of course!” So I gave out books and promised they could stop by and I would sigh it for them – if they like it.
A light went off for John. “How many Missy Cats books do you have?
We gave out quite a few to the little ones. Thank you, Lord for the opportunity to serve Him even on an occassion first designed in paganism. Between Gospel Tracts and my books,which include the Gospel, Jesus was our focus tonight.
God’s Word never returns void. I am praying for each child and parent we met last night.
Did I mention we also got to meet many neighbors? It was a beautiful night and many of our neighbors sat on their porches to give out treats and we decided to sit outside as well. It was a wonderful evening.
Now, if only I had thought to take pictures! Speaking of pictures, I found these two gems among the Purdy Family Pictures. These two snapshots were taken in 1958. My husband is the cute little pirate.
Things haven’t changed too much over the years. Have they?
This year, I have prepared 75 Gospel bags to give away. Praying children will come! I also prepared half a dozen bags just for “little ones”. Instead of putting treats for toddlers in zip lock bags, this year I opted for brightly colored mesh draw string bags. Wouldn’t want to put a toddler at risk with plastic.
For many years, I shunned the participation in the age old tradition of “trick-or-treating”.
The fact that it emerged from heathenism, I didn’t feel it was right to encourage the practice. However, about thirty years ago, the Lord prompted me to turn the darkness into “Light” by using the opportunity to share the Gospel (Good News) of the Lord Jesus Christ.
At first, I made Bible Verse cards on business card stock. I made goodie bags and included a card in each bag. Later, I learned that I could order Halloween, Harvest and “Kid” tracts from the American Tract Society and thus began a wonderful tradition.
One year, when I was providing child care in my home, teaching Sunday School and speaking in Awana, we had 92 children receive a Gospel goodie bag! That was an expensive year as I place at least three good candies in the bag with…
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It seemed as if they had been in the cellar forever but if Isabel had been able to tell time, she would realize it had only been an hour. She sat on a wooden bench with her head in Mama’s lap and dozed as male voices droned on about the old days.
Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass and a loud thump made Mama jump; almost dumping Isabel on the dirt floor. “I’m sorry, Isabel,” Mama said with a soft, quivering voice. The quiver in Mama’s voice frightened the child more than the loud noises above them.
“Don’t worry. Probably just a broken window.” Papa stroked his chin and walked to the ladder leading to the trap door.
“We should wait a few minutes until we are sure the storm has died down,” Mr. Scott stepped ahead of Papa, climbed three rungs of the latter and put his ear to the trap door.
Isabel smiled at the sight of the man whose hair matched the wall. He also had red dirt smeared on his face, hands and shirt. She looked at her own dirty hands and then up at Mama who smiled.
Eugene followed Papa and looked up at the door. “I wonder if this is how Noah and his family felt?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it was raining hard outside for a long time and they were stuck inside the ark wondering.”
“Why didn’t they open the door and look out?” Curtis asked seriously.
“They couldn’t do that, silly. Remember? God shut the door!”
“What if lions, tigers and rats tried to eat them?” Curtis said with a smile.
“Did that happen, Mama?” Isabel’s enormous eyes turned to Mama.
“No dear.” Mama said softly. God protected them. The ark was a place of safety. God took care of them and of the animals that lived in a separate part of the ark. Noah and his family took care of the animals God sent to them.”
“Oh, that’s good.” Isabel looked at Mama cat curled on the floor at Mama’s feet with kittens cuddled closely. She reached to pet the velvety coats but Mama took Isabel’s hand into her own and then lifted her onto her lap.
“The kittens are like babies. They need lots of sleep.” As if on cue, Mama Cat opened her eyes and began grooming her little ones.
“Looks like we can go back upstairs now,” Mr. Scott said as he opened the trap door. “Doesn’t look too bad from here,” he said as he turned back toward the family. “Something smells awfully good too!”
“Oh, the stew,” Mama exclaimed as she lifted Isabel to the floor and rushed to the ladder. “I hope it didn’t burn. I remember sliding the pot to the back of the stove.”
“Ummm. Smells just right to me,” Papa said with a grin.
Mr. Scott stepped into the kitchen and reached for each of the children, cat, kittens, cradle, Mama and baby before Papa stepped into the kitchen, closing the trap door securely.
Everyone stood in the kitchen as if afraid to move. “Well, it aint too bad,” Papa said as he ran his hands through his salt and pepper hair. I’ll cover that kitchen window with a tarp for now.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Mama said as she nodded toward the window. Looks like the rain has stopped and the fresh air feels wonderful. Just as she finished speaking, a hiss and a whine came from the basket near the stove. Mama Cat looked with consternation at two brown puppies shivering by the bowl formerly filled with cream. To everyone’s amazement, Mama Cat placed her kittens into the basket and then herded the puppies into the basket, lay beside them and began grooming them as if they were kittens.
“I’ve never seen anything like that.” Papa exclaimed and Mama smiled.
“She isn’t seeing puppies,” Mama said softly. “She just sees puppies in need of a mama. Now, why don’t you men clean up the glass and leaves that have blown in while I prepare lunch? Isabel, would you like to help me?”
Isabel nodded vigorously while Mama pulled out a flour sacking cloth and tied it around Isabel as an apron.
“Look!” Curtis pointed to the kitchen window to a beautiful double rainbow. Everyone ran to the window and Papa lifted Isabel to his shoulder.
“Jesus did keep us safe just like he did for Noah!”
“I know today isn’t Thanksgiving but today, I am very thankful,” Mr. Scott said as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and loudly blew his nose.
“Well then,” Mama said as she sliced bread and slathered them with butter. “Let’s sit around the table and give thanks.”
Later that evening as Mama was tucking Little Isabel into bed, Isabel reached for the toy rabbit her friend Sally Anne had given her at their first real tea party.
“I’m sorry you didn’t get to have a tea party for your friend, dear.”
“That’s okay, Mama. This was more fun and Jesus gave us our own rainbow!”
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