Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. 1 Corinthians 13:4
Yes I know V-Day is over, as many of you are glad of. But on that friday before V-day I had an epiphany, and I finally understand the true meaning of love.
I have the most wonderful person as a co-worker, and I am so very blessed to have her in my life. This woman who thinks of others, and cares for her students as if they were hers. This woman who can make me laugh, and who can make the funniest faces. This woman who's faith and hope in marriage gives me faith and hope for my future. This woman who dares me to make more of myself, and gives of herself to make me that better person. I thank this woman for all she has done, and all that I pray we can do together in the future. Thank you Anna.
Jer 29:11 (NIV) "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
Those are the words on the picture frame she gave me, and they mean more to me that she will ever know. I am so blessed! She is the true meaning of love. No, not in the other way..ew...but like...she loves me as a friend does, and it is a good love to have in your life.
"What is a friend?A single soul dwelling in two bodies."
Author: Aristotle
Friends are the people that make you laugh when you have been crying all day.
Friends are the ones that look you in the eye and make a face right as you are saying something important, but they straighten up and listen once they know you're serious.
Friends are the people you cry to when you get your heart stomped on.
Keep those who would praise you near, and those who would hurt you far from you.
I am just full of little snippets of info and quotes today. Its actually pretty funny.
READ MORE LATER.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Complaining. A continuation. and Valentines.
And here is the continuation of my previous blog. "Oh the things I learn"
So I get this message one day I sat there, praying to God to end this swiftly, and there he was, writing me and telling what a coward he was. I didn't need to hear it, I knew it! He had hidden from me, and that in my book puts him as a level 7 coward! So, me being the oh-I-am-still-in-love-fool , I ask him if he is coming back to where I live, the supposed place of our new beginning, and he feeds me a line of Bull Spit, saying he missed his family too much and his friends. First of all, he had done nothing but complain about them when he was down here. Anyways, long story short, he left me. There is absolutely no closure, and I feel as if the weight still sits there, but in time, in God's time I will be better.
Now that that rant is over and done with I can tell you something amazing a friend taught me. It is better to dwell on the good rather than on the bad. In the bible it says that any non healthy words are a sin. Complaining! OH LORD. I have the biggest issue with that, due to the fact that I am a woman and words flow freely from my mouth past the filter that was issued upon puberty. I talk about my woes, but I think my point is I get past it. Its hard to distinguish whether when you're at a get-together and you are talking to a friend about your troubles, whether it's considered complaining or asking for advice.
Complaining is when you whine about how bad your circumstances are and do absolutely nothing about them. Complaining is when you look the dispenser of advice in the face, nod your head, and pretend your listening while you complain silently in your head because they are the ones speaking, and it would be rude to interrupt. Complaining is when you blabber on constantly, not caring that your friend might have something to say as well.
Taking advice is when you open your ears to the thought that some one else might have been through this and can help you. Taking advice is not smiling and nodding, is weeping on their shoulder and hugging them, genuinely thanking them for all they have done. Taking advice is letting your friend tell you their thoughts, and help them right back.
When you start to complain to an associate, a parent, a loved one, a child, remember this Psalm.
"Set a guard, O Lord, before my mouth;
Keep watch at the door of my lips."
Psalm 141.3
Valentines Day is coming up, and for those of you with significant others, please consider this alternative form of gratitude and offering of love.
St. Valentine was a priest who wed young christian couples in Rome. Sadly, he was martyred in the 3rd century, but when he was in prison (for helping wed christian couples) he would send out letters of faith and hope to the couples, who were also in prison. These were called Valentines.
This year, forget the chocolates, leave the flowers for the kids. On a small piece of paper write down a time and date. And on that date you will spend time with your loved one, and you will do what they want to do. This is a beautiful gift due to its generosity, for a persons time is very limited, and we must never take for granted the ones we love. So try it out, and have a wonderful Valentines day.
Here is my message of Hope and Faith to you young Christian couples.
"Love is patient and kind. Love never forgets to say goodbye. Love is the one thing that keeps us so close to God. I love you, my brothers and sisters. Keep love alive. Give it. Live it. Love it. Amen."
So I get this message one day I sat there, praying to God to end this swiftly, and there he was, writing me and telling what a coward he was. I didn't need to hear it, I knew it! He had hidden from me, and that in my book puts him as a level 7 coward! So, me being the oh-I-am-still-in-love-fool , I ask him if he is coming back to where I live, the supposed place of our new beginning, and he feeds me a line of Bull Spit, saying he missed his family too much and his friends. First of all, he had done nothing but complain about them when he was down here. Anyways, long story short, he left me. There is absolutely no closure, and I feel as if the weight still sits there, but in time, in God's time I will be better.
Now that that rant is over and done with I can tell you something amazing a friend taught me. It is better to dwell on the good rather than on the bad. In the bible it says that any non healthy words are a sin. Complaining! OH LORD. I have the biggest issue with that, due to the fact that I am a woman and words flow freely from my mouth past the filter that was issued upon puberty. I talk about my woes, but I think my point is I get past it. Its hard to distinguish whether when you're at a get-together and you are talking to a friend about your troubles, whether it's considered complaining or asking for advice.
Complaining is when you whine about how bad your circumstances are and do absolutely nothing about them. Complaining is when you look the dispenser of advice in the face, nod your head, and pretend your listening while you complain silently in your head because they are the ones speaking, and it would be rude to interrupt. Complaining is when you blabber on constantly, not caring that your friend might have something to say as well.
Taking advice is when you open your ears to the thought that some one else might have been through this and can help you. Taking advice is not smiling and nodding, is weeping on their shoulder and hugging them, genuinely thanking them for all they have done. Taking advice is letting your friend tell you their thoughts, and help them right back.
When you start to complain to an associate, a parent, a loved one, a child, remember this Psalm.
"Set a guard, O Lord, before my mouth;
Keep watch at the door of my lips."
Psalm 141.3
Valentines Day is coming up, and for those of you with significant others, please consider this alternative form of gratitude and offering of love.
St. Valentine was a priest who wed young christian couples in Rome. Sadly, he was martyred in the 3rd century, but when he was in prison (for helping wed christian couples) he would send out letters of faith and hope to the couples, who were also in prison. These were called Valentines.
This year, forget the chocolates, leave the flowers for the kids. On a small piece of paper write down a time and date. And on that date you will spend time with your loved one, and you will do what they want to do. This is a beautiful gift due to its generosity, for a persons time is very limited, and we must never take for granted the ones we love. So try it out, and have a wonderful Valentines day.
Here is my message of Hope and Faith to you young Christian couples.
"Love is patient and kind. Love never forgets to say goodbye. Love is the one thing that keeps us so close to God. I love you, my brothers and sisters. Keep love alive. Give it. Live it. Love it. Amen."
Monday, February 9, 2009
Oh the things you learn...
When my grandmother would pick me up from school, back in the 90's,she would ask me what I learned as I sat down in her very large black cadillac.I hated that car. The seats were always either too hot, or too cold, never the right temperature for my bottom. I would fold my arms and sit there, replying , "Stuff." That sentence almost always led up to her replying, " Stuff is an awful lot to remember, maybe you should do your homework twice to get it all down right. "
God tests us the same way. Once to teach you , and another to see if you can remember it all. I learned that lesson the hard way, it hurt, like jamming your finger in a door, its not that bad, but it still bothers you.
If you read my last blog you would see that I was just a little, "WOE IS ME. WAHH WAHH. BLAH. BLAH. And such. Oh well, it hurt, I wrote it down. I was like a teenager who just couldn't keep it inside anymore! I was...acting a little 16ish. Anyway, moving on, this man did hurt me. Yet, I realized when I was younger I had done the same to someone.
I was young and a chubby little heartbreaker. I think my open personality got me into the weird dating scene, shoving me face first into the world of internet dating. I was such a nerd, I used to RP, DDR, SCA,IM, SPAM, T2, and so on. I was a weird kid. Yet, one day there was a man that came into my life, who changed my life. His name was Chris, and he was brilliant. He spoke to me as if I was a woman and not a child, which I most certainly was, and he made me feel accepted in a way no other had made me feel. We did the Instant message for a few months, and then the phone. He had a marvelous voice, deep and gruff. He spoke clearly, with wonderous words I had never heard of and he always made me laugh. But when he began to say I love you, and wanted to see me, things began to change. O didn't want to travel out there. I wanted him out here. AND THERE WAS MY LESSON.
With this previous relationship, the one in the BLAHBLAHCRY blog, I had actually had my internet boyfriend move here. Well things came to things and he had to go back to Dallas, where he lives. And for at least 3 days he did not talk to me. That is what upset me so badly. Oh I know, cry me a river right?
SO I get this mess--
No I want you to wait for it. TO BE CONTINUED.
God tests us the same way. Once to teach you , and another to see if you can remember it all. I learned that lesson the hard way, it hurt, like jamming your finger in a door, its not that bad, but it still bothers you.
If you read my last blog you would see that I was just a little, "WOE IS ME. WAHH WAHH. BLAH. BLAH. And such. Oh well, it hurt, I wrote it down. I was like a teenager who just couldn't keep it inside anymore! I was...acting a little 16ish. Anyway, moving on, this man did hurt me. Yet, I realized when I was younger I had done the same to someone.
I was young and a chubby little heartbreaker. I think my open personality got me into the weird dating scene, shoving me face first into the world of internet dating. I was such a nerd, I used to RP, DDR, SCA,IM, SPAM, T2, and so on. I was a weird kid. Yet, one day there was a man that came into my life, who changed my life. His name was Chris, and he was brilliant. He spoke to me as if I was a woman and not a child, which I most certainly was, and he made me feel accepted in a way no other had made me feel. We did the Instant message for a few months, and then the phone. He had a marvelous voice, deep and gruff. He spoke clearly, with wonderous words I had never heard of and he always made me laugh. But when he began to say I love you, and wanted to see me, things began to change. O didn't want to travel out there. I wanted him out here. AND THERE WAS MY LESSON.
With this previous relationship, the one in the BLAHBLAHCRY blog, I had actually had my internet boyfriend move here. Well things came to things and he had to go back to Dallas, where he lives. And for at least 3 days he did not talk to me. That is what upset me so badly. Oh I know, cry me a river right?
SO I get this mess--
No I want you to wait for it. TO BE CONTINUED.
Friday, February 6, 2009
I miss all the little things.
The words.."I miss you." never have any meaning until some one is waving goodbye from a bus, and you have this deep dark feeling down in your heart that they aren't coming back. They kiss you sweetly in the bus station as you weep, almost collapsing into their arms, and whisper encouraging things, yet still, you feel it that this is the last time they will ever hold you. Their sweet kisses are lies, and their arms are like ropes. You are tied to this liar by your heart strings, and yet still you cling to this thief, this man who has told you of his love, and has washed tears from your face.
I have never been so weak. I poured myself into this man, literally gave him myself. And now, all I have to show for it is the outer shell of a woman who has nothing to her name but a broken heart and hands lifted to God.
I fell to my knees this morning , praying for this to end swiftly. Just end the heartache and begin the alone time.
And so I prayed this prayer.
"Dear Lord,
Take this want from me, and fill it with a need for you,
Take this pain from me and direct it to a love for you,
Take this man from me and replace him with a man sent from you,
and lord...could you please make him cute?"
AMEN
Hope you had a good laugh, because I did. Its good to laugh amidst your pain. If you don't, it takes longer to remember what a smile looks like. I like my smile, I tend to have dimples. Hah.
Let us move from depressive and saddening subjects to new and happy ones.
Songs to listen to while writing.
Yiruma. A classical pianist who can turn a piano into a bed of notes that float into your ears. Sounds interesting, eh? Look especially for Kiss the Rain, and River Flows in You.
Sia. She is sweet, and her voice is soft. A calming sort of sound. Breathe Me is a very personal song.
Death Cab for Cutie. Very mellow, a different beat, a weird set of lyrics, and a good message. Passenger Seat, Summer Skin, and Brothers on a Hotel Bed. All of them have very good messages...very deep and makes you think.
My friends, the like, 2 of you, I do wish to hear more from you and I do wish to see more posts, more comments, and more friends! =] Thanks guys.
I have never been so weak. I poured myself into this man, literally gave him myself. And now, all I have to show for it is the outer shell of a woman who has nothing to her name but a broken heart and hands lifted to God.
I fell to my knees this morning , praying for this to end swiftly. Just end the heartache and begin the alone time.
And so I prayed this prayer.
"Dear Lord,
Take this want from me, and fill it with a need for you,
Take this pain from me and direct it to a love for you,
Take this man from me and replace him with a man sent from you,
and lord...could you please make him cute?"
AMEN
Hope you had a good laugh, because I did. Its good to laugh amidst your pain. If you don't, it takes longer to remember what a smile looks like. I like my smile, I tend to have dimples. Hah.
Let us move from depressive and saddening subjects to new and happy ones.
Songs to listen to while writing.
Yiruma. A classical pianist who can turn a piano into a bed of notes that float into your ears. Sounds interesting, eh? Look especially for Kiss the Rain, and River Flows in You.
Sia. She is sweet, and her voice is soft. A calming sort of sound. Breathe Me is a very personal song.
Death Cab for Cutie. Very mellow, a different beat, a weird set of lyrics, and a good message. Passenger Seat, Summer Skin, and Brothers on a Hotel Bed. All of them have very good messages...very deep and makes you think.
My friends, the like, 2 of you, I do wish to hear more from you and I do wish to see more posts, more comments, and more friends! =] Thanks guys.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Insipration.
Have you ever looked at your life and realized how much your problems don't matter? NO! Of course you haven't! Maybe once at church as you looked up at the statue of Jesus and felt so utterly guilty that you gave blood, or donated clothes to the Salvation Army. God isn't about guilt. Yet in the minds of some people, he is the Almighty One Who Dispenses Guilt Upon The Masses! OH NO, GOD MIGHT MAKE ME PRAY!
Are we so selfish that we honestly think that God would guilt us into praying, or giving?! What has the world com--
I will not finish that sentence, because I already know the answer. The world has come to a crossroads where it must go one way or the other. Some think the world has already fallen into the trash bin, but I believe that second chances are always to be given. The world can choose to tear down more churches and build more parking lots, it can choose to allow organizations to kill its people, it can choose to smell its trees burn and never return. Or it can choose to climb above the smog and create a way to pull together, it can place God in the hearts of children and never say "Hope doesnt exsist!", it can be courageous and stand up for its children that are being abused... BUT WAIT.
Are we so ignorant that we don't even take notice of the people that do good things all day?!
Have you seen Meals on Wheels lately? Wow, all I can say is that they work their happy little buns off just to feed those in need, and I pray for their souls, it takes alot to be so patient and kind. It's hard for me to hold my tongue at times and I pray the Lord keeps a clamp on it, lest i get myself into trouble.
CareNet? Wow, to take a Christian environment and intorduce it to unwed mothers, letting them know that they will be ok, and not looking down on them for their relationship status or their sad situations (drugs, rape, alcohol..etc.). All they offer is help, and help they do, testing and offering to find them a doctor, I thank God for them every day. To have the patience to deal with sad circumstances.
TO BE CONTINUED>
Are we so selfish that we honestly think that God would guilt us into praying, or giving?! What has the world com--
I will not finish that sentence, because I already know the answer. The world has come to a crossroads where it must go one way or the other. Some think the world has already fallen into the trash bin, but I believe that second chances are always to be given. The world can choose to tear down more churches and build more parking lots, it can choose to allow organizations to kill its people, it can choose to smell its trees burn and never return. Or it can choose to climb above the smog and create a way to pull together, it can place God in the hearts of children and never say "Hope doesnt exsist!", it can be courageous and stand up for its children that are being abused... BUT WAIT.
Are we so ignorant that we don't even take notice of the people that do good things all day?!
Have you seen Meals on Wheels lately? Wow, all I can say is that they work their happy little buns off just to feed those in need, and I pray for their souls, it takes alot to be so patient and kind. It's hard for me to hold my tongue at times and I pray the Lord keeps a clamp on it, lest i get myself into trouble.
CareNet? Wow, to take a Christian environment and intorduce it to unwed mothers, letting them know that they will be ok, and not looking down on them for their relationship status or their sad situations (drugs, rape, alcohol..etc.). All they offer is help, and help they do, testing and offering to find them a doctor, I thank God for them every day. To have the patience to deal with sad circumstances.
TO BE CONTINUED>
Monday, December 22, 2008
Christmas wishes.
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.
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.
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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