There are some people in this world who look at things in a different manner than the rest of us. They wear "rose colored glasses" and smile when others frown, they have a skip in their walk, instead of a shuffle, and we look at them like they are insane. Us pessimists look at the world with blurry vision, hampered by the thoughts of anger, distress, and just our general worry about useless things, like our coffee was too hot, or work was too long. We should be thankful we had the money to get that coffee, or the car to get to that job.
So in this holiday season, let us put on our "green and red colored glasses" and feel the rush of ignoring the spilled coffee on your pants, brushing it off, and moving on with your day as if it never happened. Feel how good it is to take pride in your work , and forget what time it is, and that way you are smiling when work ends.
On another note, lets take into consideration, mr. Santa Claus, AKA St. Nicholas.
It was on wednesday evening that I recived an email that said ..
" The 4 stages of Life."
"1: First you believe in Santa Claus.
2: You stop believing in Santa Claus.
3: You become Santa Claus.
4: You look like Santa Claus."
Now, after laughing for several minutes and forwarding to other people, I thought of something important in the message.
I believed in Santa Claus until I was 8 years old. And the only reason I stopped believing is when I caught mommy hurrying up the stairs and saw her close the door, santa hat in hand. My belief in the person, Santa Claus, had ended and I was devestated. But when I did have that faith him , it was as strong as could be, ever. When you are a child you have ultimate faith in the things you want, and you will believe them until your hopes are dashed.
I will do as I always do, and incorporate God into this passage. Get used to it, please.
Child-like wonder is equal to Child-like faith, and as I see it, we are all children of God, taking baby steps on the road to salvation. As of right now, many christians are teens in faith, being awkward and rebellious towards our faith, treating it like our parents, ignoring it when we most need to and crying out for it when we are in need.
Becoming Santa Claus is the most rewarding thing on earth, and no I am not Tim Allen and this is not the "Santa Claus 4, Christmas on the fritz" or anything, but it is important to me. When you have children , and you buy them presents and you set them out on Christmas morning, it feels so good knowing that they will be smiling when they wake up at 4 AM and pounch you while you are asleep, snoring, and completely out of it from the night of present sneaking. Even in that haze of screaming children and sheets flying, you can smile knowing that they are gonna open those gifts and be so happy that they will pass out early that night from the excitement of opening things they have been waiting for weeks for. And that is a blessing in its self. Smile for that and remember to love being Santa Claus, for he/she is the most loved of humans. And for one night, you get to be that. be thankful.
P.S. I dont have kids, but my boyfriend does, and I love them dearly.
Be blessed this holiday season and wish for faith to restore its self in human kind, wish for the smiling faces of children, wish for the unconditional love our Lord and savior. Oh wait, he have me that at birth! THANK YOU God, for giving us your only son, for giving us your love, your hope, your world and our freedom. You washed us and took away our sin, and the only thing I can give to you this day my God, is my prayers, my worship, and my life. Thank you. THANK YOU.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Giving Christ back to Christmas.
Peanut brittle. Candy canes that hang off of lopsided christmas trees. Presents wrapped in the most beautiful bows you have ever seen. People with sleepy eyes, staring at the cup of hot cocoa and smiling down at the squealing children who had opened their presents in 10 seconds flat, and that was only due to the tape,minus the tape it would have been 5 seconds.
Thats what I think of when I think of Christmas. But mine hasnt been like that in years. Probably due to the fact that I have gotten too big for my Alvin and the Chipmunk "Christmas Edition" Pajamas. Or maybe it is because I havent been offered a normal christmas in over 4 years.
I used to have the most wonderful Christmas'. I would wake up to the most fantastic display of wrapping paper and tinsle. My eyes would light up and jump about from package to package, then directly to the little note on the table that Santa ALWAYS left. Afterwards, after the dinner that came in the middle of the day, I would snuggle up to watch Rudolph, or Frosty, and almost always fall asleep. I was a very sleepy child.
But now, when I think of Christmas, I think of Giving. Giving all that I may, and never wanting anything back.
All I asked for Christmas this year was the presence of those I love. And God blessed me with a wonderful vacation to a small little town, filled with people, who are completely kind to me. I am truly blessed.
But today I was blindsided with the pain of someone else thinking material goods are more important than human contact.
I am dating this man, this wonderful man who just gives and gives and gives. His only problem is he believes that "things" are better than the simple company of friends.
He because so jealous today after learning that one of my friends bought me the gift that he was going to buy me. He was so upset that he didnt talk to me for hours. Finally I got him on the phone and asked him what was wrong, because he hadnt told me why he was mad. But when he told me, I was so flabberghasted I just stared at the phone. And then the tears rolled down. My heart broke at the fact he thought a little MP3 player would be more important than just being able to spend time with him. Finally, I told him that I was sad about him not realizing that I want only to spend my Christmas with him, and he bit his tongue, asking for forgiveness.
Christmas is not about the things you get, how expensive they were , how big they are, or how useful they are.
Its also not about the amount of money that you spent on someone else, or how big those gifts were.
God wants us to share what we have, give what we can, and love with all of our souls.
So put down the shopping list. Dont spend 45 dollars on that Hannah Montana whatchamajigger, or 85 on that tennis bracelet your wife will probably break when she is busting her buns trying to fix something broken.
Spend one hour playing a board game with your kids. Spend one hour massaging your wives feet. Spend one hour cuddling with your husband. Spend one hour in the same room with your whole family, MINUS THE TV. Turn off the Millionaire and make some memories. Call the loved ones you have out of town, and remember to love and celebrate the birth of Jesus, the one who came to save us, so that we might love upon our little ones....and our not so little ones. [Travis . LOL.]
Merry Christmas my readers. Now turn off the computer and love on your kids, your spouse, your girl, your man, your grandparents, your aunts, you cousins, and even those weird half relatives. =] GOD BLESS YOU!
Thats what I think of when I think of Christmas. But mine hasnt been like that in years. Probably due to the fact that I have gotten too big for my Alvin and the Chipmunk "Christmas Edition" Pajamas. Or maybe it is because I havent been offered a normal christmas in over 4 years.
I used to have the most wonderful Christmas'. I would wake up to the most fantastic display of wrapping paper and tinsle. My eyes would light up and jump about from package to package, then directly to the little note on the table that Santa ALWAYS left. Afterwards, after the dinner that came in the middle of the day, I would snuggle up to watch Rudolph, or Frosty, and almost always fall asleep. I was a very sleepy child.
But now, when I think of Christmas, I think of Giving. Giving all that I may, and never wanting anything back.
All I asked for Christmas this year was the presence of those I love. And God blessed me with a wonderful vacation to a small little town, filled with people, who are completely kind to me. I am truly blessed.
But today I was blindsided with the pain of someone else thinking material goods are more important than human contact.
I am dating this man, this wonderful man who just gives and gives and gives. His only problem is he believes that "things" are better than the simple company of friends.
He because so jealous today after learning that one of my friends bought me the gift that he was going to buy me. He was so upset that he didnt talk to me for hours. Finally I got him on the phone and asked him what was wrong, because he hadnt told me why he was mad. But when he told me, I was so flabberghasted I just stared at the phone. And then the tears rolled down. My heart broke at the fact he thought a little MP3 player would be more important than just being able to spend time with him. Finally, I told him that I was sad about him not realizing that I want only to spend my Christmas with him, and he bit his tongue, asking for forgiveness.
Christmas is not about the things you get, how expensive they were , how big they are, or how useful they are.
Its also not about the amount of money that you spent on someone else, or how big those gifts were.
God wants us to share what we have, give what we can, and love with all of our souls.
So put down the shopping list. Dont spend 45 dollars on that Hannah Montana whatchamajigger, or 85 on that tennis bracelet your wife will probably break when she is busting her buns trying to fix something broken.
Spend one hour playing a board game with your kids. Spend one hour massaging your wives feet. Spend one hour cuddling with your husband. Spend one hour in the same room with your whole family, MINUS THE TV. Turn off the Millionaire and make some memories. Call the loved ones you have out of town, and remember to love and celebrate the birth of Jesus, the one who came to save us, so that we might love upon our little ones....and our not so little ones. [Travis . LOL.]
Merry Christmas my readers. Now turn off the computer and love on your kids, your spouse, your girl, your man, your grandparents, your aunts, you cousins, and even those weird half relatives. =] GOD BLESS YOU!
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