The Vision of a Mother’s Heart~ Home

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“Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”

Proverbs 22:6

Mama Greene’s had a vision or hope for her nine children as she prayed for each child nightly.

  • For each of her children to receive Jesus Christ as their Savior at an early age.
  • That they would live according to His Word every day of their lives.
  • That they would receive an education. Her hope was that all of her children would at least graduate from 8th Grade. In the 1920s this was considered educated among the farming communities. If they wanted to send their children to high school, they had to pay tuition which was difficult for poor families. They needed the older children to help on the farm.
  • That they would honor “Papa.”
  • That they would remain together and be close as a family.

The Vision of a Mother’s Heart is back in print and is available!

(The e-book needs to be reformatted. If you read the ebook, please forgive the mistakes!)

Please click the link below for a preview.

http://The Vision of a Mother’s Heart (Isabel’s Story) (Volume 1) by Katherine Hinch… http://www.amazon.com/dp/1515298477/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_dsSXvb0G86QK0 via @amazon

Kathie Kingery Photography
PhotographerThe model for “Mama” is the real Isabel’s granddaughter, Emily.

Apron by K. Kingrey

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The title of my first novel was borrowed from a song by singer and songwriter, Abigail Miller. The chorus contained the words:

Chorus:

The vision of a mother’s heart,

Is to share with her children the love only Jesus can give.

The Vision of a mother’s heart,

Is to see them all walking with God every day that they live.

 

This chorus summed up all that I wanted to depict in the story inspired by my grandmother’s childhood.

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I didn’t have pictures of Jimmy and Avil (Billy) when they were small.

 

I am currently working on the sequel, Hope Beyond the Sunset. You may read sample chapters as listed in the archives.

As a child, I loved sitting under the table and listening to Granny, (Isabel) reminisce about her childhood while holding the picture of her mother in my hands and could almost see the story come to life.  I remember thinking, “This should be a book!” Little did I know that the Lord would use me to write their story.

I changed the last name of the family and other distant family members. They were real people who lived in Virginia. The first book takes place begins in 1924. Book two picks up where we left off in 1926 and will run through 1929.

One great thing about writing fiction even when inspired by a true story – we can change the ending. I will update you when Hope Beyond the Sunset is available.

The Vision of a Mother’s Heart is available on Amazon.com or you can buy a signed copy from me. I hope you will enjoy stepping into the past with Isabel and the “Greene” family!

Observing Memorial Day

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Armed Forces DayFor Those who currently wear the uniform.

Veterans Day: For those who used to wear the uniform.

Memorial Day: For those who never made it out of uniform.

Today we honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice and for their loved ones. The gentleman in the picture below is a Veteran who is no doubt thinking of his friends and brothers in arms who never made it out of uniform. Above my desk on a small shelf, I have the book, The Bedford Boys. One American Town’s Ultimate D-Day Sacrifice by Alex Kershaw.

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We all know brave men and women who fought and used their medical training in Vietnam. Today, my husband helped to honor those who did not come back. He rode his motorcycle to Washington DC and worked with Christian Motorcyclists Association to give coffee and water to thirsty motorcyclists who were there for Rolling Thunder. I will write more about that tomorrow, with pictures that my husband took.  Many people had to be taken to the hospital for heat stroke. I am sure they were treated and will be able to go home. “Home” means so much more when we think of the U.S. Marines, the Soldiers, the airplane and helicopter pilots (and Medics who risked their lives to pick up the wounded and took them safety. Some made it home. Those who did not, are listed on the Vietnam Memorial Wall.) Fighter Pilots, Sailors – We thank God for each one. We pray for those in harm’s way today and for their families. God bless you, one and all!

In the banner for this blog today, there is a photograph of Marines. My Daddy, Charles B. McReynolds is the Gunnery Sergeant on the back row in the center. He was twice retired from the U.S. Marine Corps. and is with the Lord today and no doubt thanking his fellow Marines who never made it out of uniform. He passed away this March and I miss calling him and hearing his cheerful voice and I miss his love of history and his advice. Those who truly celebrate Memorial Day feel the same for their loved ones who died in service of their country. I want you to know that I am praying for you today.

Gratefully,

Kathy Purdy

May 26, 2019

 

I found this interesting article regarding the history of Memorial Day. I wanted to confirm the history of this special day honoring those who have fought and died for our country. What prompted this search? I saw an ad on television (“ugh!”) declaring Memorial Day will be honored with a (get this!) Star Wars marathon. Are they serious?
Wouldn’t it be more appropriate to show movies about real conflicts where real men gave their lives for our country? Lets see, there is Gettysburg (a favorite!) Sergeant York, (WWI movie about a Conscientious Objector who became a hero, to rescue our troops) Friendly Persuasion, Shenandoah, Yankee Doodle Dandy (for those who are not familiar with this oldie but goodie, this is about the composer George M. Cohen who wrote patriotic songs, Over There and It’s a Grand Old Flag…), War Horse,The Fighting Sullivans,(five brothers lost when their ship went down in WWII) and numerous other WWII movies. Movies about the Korean War, Vietnam, and last but not least, the more recent wars of the past twenty years. Many men and women have given the ultimate sacrifice. Many carry physical and invisible scars that only the Lord can heal. So why would one want to waste time watching a series of movies about a fictitious, futuristic war on Memorial Day? If we have nothing better to do than watch a marathon why not be reminded of real heroes?

Please forgive me for ranting about something so trivial as a television ad. I just want to thank all of the heroes who selflessly fought for freedom. So thank you for your sacrifice. We will not forget!

Norman Rockwell Memorial Day

“Two Generations of Vets” by Stevan Dohanos

In the following link, there is a poem that inspired a lovely tradition. Wearing a red poppy (flower) to honor the fallen. Artificial poppies were made, sold and used to help others. That is a lovely tradition.

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Above all, I do not want to forget the Sinless one who gave His life for us!
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Memorial Day was officially proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, in his General Order No. 11, and was first observed on 30 May 1868, when flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery. The first state to officially recognize the holiday was New York in 1873. By 1890 it was recognized by all of the northern states. The South refused to acknowledge the day, honoring their dead on separate days until after World War I (when the holiday changed from honoring just those who died fighting in the Civil War to honoring Americans who died fighting in any war). It is now celebrated in almost every State on the last Monday in May (passed by Congress with the National Holiday Act of 1971 (P.L. 90 – 363) to ensure a three day weekend for Federal holidays), though several southern states have an additional separate day for honoring the Confederate war dead: January 19 in Texas, April 26 in Alabama, Florida, Georgia, and Mississippi; May 10 in South Carolina; and June 3 (Jefferson Davis’ birthday) in Louisiana and Tennessee.

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In 1915, inspired by the poem “In Flanders Fields,” Moina Michael replied with her own poem:

We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.

She then conceived of an idea to wear red poppies on Memorial day in honor of those who died serving the nation during war. She was the first to wear one and sold poppies to her friends and co-workers with the money going to benefit servicemen in need. Later a Madam Guerin from France was visiting the United States and learned of this new custom started by Ms.Michael and when she returned to France, made artificial red poppies to raise money for war orphaned children and widowed women. This tradition spread to other countries. In 1921, the Franco-American Children’s League sold poppies nationally to benefit war orphans of France and Belgium. The League disbanded a year later and Madam Guerin approached the VFW for help. Shortly before Memorial Day in 1922, the VFW became the first veterans’ organization to nationally sell poppies. Two years later their “Buddy” Poppy program was selling artificial poppies made by disabled veterans. In 1948 the US Post Office honored Ms. Michael for her role in founding the National Poppy movement by issuing a red 3 cent postage stamp with her likeness on it.

Enjoy footage of our grandfathers and great grandfathers as they marched “Over There!”

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http://youtu.be/v1rkzUIL8oc (This scene from Yankee Doodle Dandy is one of my favorites!)

My heart goes out to grieving families of our fallen heroes. Praying for those who are serving today and for their families. Words cannot express our gratitude.

Have a blessed Memorial Day,

Kathy

 

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Isabel’s First Day at School

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Isabel was nervous about going back to school. She fretted all summer, remembering that last year when she walked into the classroom, some of the girls snickered at her new dress that Mama had made especially for this occasion. She overheard Arlene Mason whisper to the other girls, “Isabel’s dress is made from the same fabric as Mother’s kitchen curtains. Wouldn’t that make her a Window?”

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Isabel took a deep breath and smoothed the invisible wrinkles

in her new dress before entering the classroom. She felt several

pairs of critical eyes surveying her and wished she had not let

Mama french braid her hair after all. “My hair is all wrong. I

really look like a farm girl,” she whispered to Eugene, who pushed

her through the threshold and into the room.

“Good morning, Isabel. Don’t you look nice this morning,”

Sally Anne said. She waved at Isabel to sit in the desk next to her.


Isabel felt grateful
 for the compliment and sat   

with uncertainty as Arlene Mason gave her a look that could have

frozen an erupting volcano. The cold stare played havoc with

Isabel’s nerves, and she seemed to drop everything she touched.

Isabel sat down beside Sally Anne and carefully laid her slate,

her lunch pail and her pencil box on the desk.

 

Her new carved pencil box opened and dumped pencils all over

the floor while Miss Catron was talking. When the textbooks were

passed out, the history book, which seemed to have a mind of its

own , jumped out of her arms and landed on the floor with a loud

thud, making everyone in the room jump and then giggle.

 

That is, everyone except Isabel, who merely wished for the floor to open

up and swallow her so she could sprint home, where she did not

have to worry about what other people thought. Isabel reached

down to pick up her book, but someone else had beaten her to it.

Ernie Mason picked up the history book, wiped it off, and

smiled before returning the book to Isabel. She was not sure,

but it almost looked like he winked at her…almost, or was just

it just her imagination?

 

“Isabel, Ernie Mason just winked at you,” Sally Anne

whispered from across the aisle. “I thought he liked you last

year, and now I know it.”

“Who, me?” Isabel said. “Nobody likes me.”

“Oh, yes they do, Isabel,” Sally Anne said. She watched the

teacher, who was gathering information from a new student.

“Everybody likes you; only you just don’t know it.”

 

Isabel turned her attention to the teacher, but her thoughts

kept returning to Sally Anne’s remark. Could it be true? Had

she misjudged her classmates because one or two were unkind?

She determined to talk it over with Mama later.

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Isabel pulled her lunch pail out of her desk at lunchtime and

ran to greet the rest of her siblings under the oak tree for lunch.

As she sat down on the ground, she saw Sally Anne eating and

laughing with Arlene Mason and two of the most stuck up girls

in school. “Rich girls stick together,” she said as storm clouds

passed by overhead.

 

How about you? Have you been nervous about your first day of school? Even in 1924, children faced bullies and cliques in school. They are everywhere but things are not always as they seem. Later in The Vision of a Mother’s Heart, Isabel learns that some of the children she had dreaded to face when school started had problems she couldn’t have imagined. Perhaps some children act superior to other children because they feel inferior and act that way to feel better about themselves. With help from her Mother, Isabel learned to be kind and forgiving. She would never have to worry about bullies again because she knew the secret. They’re afraid too.

“And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.”

Ephesians 4:32

The Vision of a Mother’s Heart is available!

My Mother Gentle Love – YouTube Ron Hamilton Song

I know this is a few days early but I thought you might enjoy this sweet song all week!

My Mother’s Gentle Love by Ron Hamilton

You may purchase this song and others on Ron Hamilton’s album, Cherish the Moment. (Another wonderful song for Mothers and Fathers too.)

Cherish The Moment by Ron Hamilton

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“Strength and honor are her clothing, and she shall rejoice in time to come.

She openeth her mouth with wisdom;” and her tongue is the law of kindness,

She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.

Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth.”

Proverbs 31:25-28 (KJV)

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I taught this sweet Ron Hamilton song to my class of preschoolers and had them each sing the song on a cassette tape for Mother’s Day. I was delighted to see a group of children singing the same song on YouTube. This is for all Mothers!

Happy Mothers Day,

Kathy

 

Sweethearts

Tomorrow would have been Mom and Dad Hinchee’s 55th Wedding Anniversary. Dad will be celebrating in Heaven. Mom is still living in the home they bought in 1970 along with my sister and her daughter. I am so thankful that they could take care of her. 

 

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They would have been married 54 years and he called her Sweetheart as long as he lived.

There wasn’t a beautiful Church wedding with a gorgeous wedding gown and bridesmaids. The only flowers were the corsage Jerry bought for her on that beautiful April morning. Mom wore a pretty suit and he wore the only suit he owned. They were married in the parlor of a Methodist Pastor with the Pastor’s wife as their only witness.

They had only dated a few weeks and even though she had a seven-year-old daughter, he decided he couldn’t live without her. He knew she would be his sweetheart forever.

 

Mom, Dad and I on Easter 1964

 

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Written 1910
Composer Leo Friedman
Lyricist Beth Slater Whitson

The complete lyrics:

I am dreaming Dear of you, day by day
Dreaming when the skies are blue, When they’re gray;
When the silv’ry moonlight gleams, Still I wander on in dreams,
In a land of love, it seems, Just with you.

Let me call you “Sweetheart,” I’m in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper that you love me too.
Keep the love-light glowing in your eyes so true.
Let me call you “Sweetheart,” I’m in love with you.
Longing for you all the while, More and more;
Longing for the sunny smile, I adore;
Birds are singing far and near, Roses blooming ev’rywhere
You, alone, my heart can cheer; You, just you.

Let me call you “Sweetheart,” I’m in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper that you love me too.
Keep the love-light glowing in your eyes so true.
Let me call you “Sweetheart,” I’m in love with you.

Let Me Call You Sweetheart Pat Boone and Shirley Jones

I wrote this blog post before dad closed his eyes while sitting with Mom and awoke in Heaven! I know he is waiting to hold her hand again and call her “Sweetheart” as he leads her to see our Lord face to face!

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He still calls her his Sweetheart today. They reside in the same home they bought in 1970 and he is determined to take care of her. You see, Mom lost her sight a few years ago and he does everything for her. No one can take his place. This is “home” and they both refuse to move into assisted living where life would be more stable in my estimation.

Mom’s kitchen has produced thousands of meals over the years. Their home was the gathering place for Mom’s family. When anyone came to visit, they stayed there. The house is small but oh, the delicious smells that came from that kitchen! Laughter, singing and also tears when we said goodbye to loved ones. There are many memories in that old house. We have so many sweet memories!

 

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Dad did everything he could for Mom even when it took every ounce of energy because he loved her. He wanted to protect her. It would have been better for them physically to live in assisted living but they wanted to remain “Home.” Hope is filled with sweet memories!

Please pray with me for Mom when you this. She misses her  “Sweetheart”  That she will be filled with joy as she remembers those precious times together.

Have a Blessed Anniversary, Mom.

I love you,

Kathy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thorn in the Flesh ~ Tuesday Tips

“And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure. For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me. And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.”

2 Corinthians 12:7-10

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The Apostle Paul referred to it as a “Thorn in the flesh.” (Many think Pauls thorn in the flesh was his poor eyesight.) Today, we call it a disability or chronic illness. Mine happens to be an inner-ear disorder called bilateral Meniere’s. Vertigo, nausea, Tinnitus, loss of balance and migraines.

No biggie. I’ve been living with the diagnosis since 1984 but as the years go on, it seems to last longer. So I’m at home most of the time and I have to do basic chores more differently. For example, Laundry.

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My little helper, Alice.

Loading the machines isn’t too bad. As long as I don’t need to bend over to pick up the clothing.  Unloading the dryer, however, can be a problem on bad days. I don’t know about you, but I grew up drying clothes on the line outside. When I took the clothes off the line, I folded them and placed them in the basket so that ironing would be easier. I carried that over to the dryer too. It’s so much easier. However, bending over is a problem.

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We have a drop-leaf table in the laundry room against the wall opposite the washer and dryer. I thought it would be great for folding clothes. On good days, it is! However, on bad days, that means turning as I take the clothes out of the dryer, turn 180 degrees and place them onto the table to fold.  Big vertigo trigger! So this is what I do.

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This might not be great for the dryer but when I open the dryer door, I stack all of the undershirts and tops that need to be folded, face down over the dryer door while I fold the smaller things and place them in the basket. Now, I have a stack of undershirts and Tee shirts to fold all at once. Usually on the laundry table unless it is cluttered!

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This time I opted to fold them on the bed for my sweet hubby to put away. So much simpler and more efficient. At least it is for this gal.

I hope I haven’t bored you with my folding technique. I know there are many people who are suffering and also unable to do the simple tasks they were once able to do. I try to do only one or two loads at a time but not more than that on one day unless I am vertigo free. God’s grace helps me find simple ways to do the things that must be done.

Part of that grace is the blessing of my husband, John.

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He is such a blessing! Especially when he does the laundry or brings “carry out” dinner!

He even runs the vacuum cleaner! He does the laundry and I fold it. Great team, right?

I think so!

As wives, our “thorn in the flesh” is also felt by our husbands who may not be natural cooks or fond of washing dishes. They sacrifice a lot for us and are often overlooked.

I just want to praise the Lord for my husband of almost 34 years. John Purdy, you are a blessing and I love you!

There are many blogs and support groups out there for those of us who live with chronic illness. One of my favorites is written by my friend, Lisa Erhman. Please click on her link below.

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Little Isabel’s Christmas Joy – Part 6

 

“He’s here, He’s here. Everybody come and see” Isabel called from the foot of the stairs, “He’s finally here!”

“Who’s here?” Papa said as he rubbed his chin and smoothed his hair which was sticking out in every direction.

“You mean he was here, don’t ya’ Sis?” Eugene said as he slid down the banister and bumped into Mama who ran from the kitchen to see the commotion.

“No! He’s here in the parlor. He’s here – just as He said!”

“Isabel dear,” Mama said softly, what do you mean?”

Isabel took Mama’s hand and ran directly to the stable. She cried out in delight as she looked into the eyes of the Baby Jesus lying in the manger. “All those years, we waited and waited and He Came!”

“Oh, Isabel dear, Jesus came almost 2000 years ago. We celebrate Christmas because He came. The carved baby in the manger is just a reminder that He came. You know that this is kind of a picture that represents Him.  Something we can hold onto as we read God’s Word but it’s just an object. We mustn’t make an idol. You know this doll isn’t Jesus.”

“Yes Mama, I know that. But He came, didn’t He?” Isabel said as her eyes filled with tears. He came because He loved us, right? That’s what Eugene and Curtis said from the Bible.”

“Yes, child,” Mama said softly.

“Jesus loves me Mama and I love Jesus.”

Papa moved in closer, picked her up and held her tightly as she held Baby Jesus in her hand.

“You’re right, Isabel,” Papa said and wiped a tear from her cheek. “We love Him because He first loved us and you know what?”

Isabel shook her head from side to side.

“He’s coming again!”

“He is?” Isabel pushed back to see Papa and Mama’s faces. “Will he be in a stable?”

“No, but He will be riding on a white horse and will come as The King of King and Lord of Lords!”

“We will see Him?”

“Yes Isabel,” Mama said as she wiped the tears from Isabel’s eyes. “We talk to Him every time we pray and He speaks to us through His Word, The Bible! It is my prayer that someday you, your brothers and sisters will receive Christ as your Savior. We will live with Him forever.”

Isabel looked at the image in her hand, at her parents, and to the image again. Finally closing her eyes and said, “Jesus I love you because You first loved me. Thank you for coming! Thank you for Christmas!

“Mama,” she whispered before we look in our socks and open presents, may we sing?”

“That would be wonderful, Isabel. What shall we sing?”

“Joy to the world the Lord has come!”

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What about you, friends? Is your focus on The Son of God, Jesus who gave His life for you or are you focusing on the external trappings that often draw our attention away from Him?

Christmas isn’t about the tree, the decorations, the  Carols, or even the gifts.

It is about God’s love for you.

We love Him because He first loved us.”

I John 4:19

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“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.

For God sent not His son into the world to condemn the world but that the world through Him might be saved. 

He who believeth in Him is not condemned: but he who does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.”

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“He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God abideth on him.”

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Why did God send His only begotten son – knowing that He would be the sacrifice for our sin? Because He loves us.

God is Holy and cannot look upon sin and yet He loved us – even though we are sinners – and longs for us to be redeemed from the penalty of sin. This is what Jesus did for you and for me. He took the penalty of sin in His own body on the cross. He gave His life so that you and I will spend eternity in Heaven with Him.

When I first heard the Gospel in 1968, I did not immediately receive Christ as my Savior. I was a quiet child and everyone told me that I was “good.” This is not true. I am a sinner. It took me a week to realize it.

“For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God:

Being justified (made upright and in right standing with God) freely by His grace (unmerited favor of God) through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus.”

Romans 3:23-24

One night, after a week of conviction that I am a sinner; I could practically see Jesus suffering, dying on the cross for my sin! In the wee hours of the morning, I got on my knees and confessed to Him that I am a sinner and asked Him to save me. Trusting completely in His redemption; He saved me. He Redeemed me. (Bought with a price – the precious shed blood of the Lord Jesus Christ.) Oh, what a gift He offered to me and to you!

“For the wages of sin is death; (separation from God) but the GIFT of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.”

Romans 6:23

So dear friends, this Christmas please look past the manger and see the Gift of God – to you! Receive it just as you would receive a gift from a loving father. It is a gift that you cannot lose and it cannot be taken away. It is yours forever! 

Have a blessed Christmas!

Kathy

Great Photos for Christmas by my friend, Kathie!​

 

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You may have noticed the beautiful photography in my blogs. Especially the Little Isabel stories. They were taken by my dear lifelong friend, Kathie. If you are looking for an excellent photographer for Christmas, New Years, Birthdays, Weddings, Special Occasions or even pets, Kathie is your gal. Check out her site!

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