Rejoice!

Rejoice!

Christmas is the day we celebrate love come down, 

God incarnate,

Jesus is born.

Halelujah!

We rejoice, in His love today,

 we rejoice that He is the King of Kings!

We rejoice that He Reigns over this Earth...the victory is His!

We rejoice that He, and He alone, saves!

We rejoice that through Him we have hope!

We rejoice that through Jesus, we have relationship and fellowship because of what He has done, and not through acts of worthiness, as they did in the Old Testament!

We rejoice that He came! 

Praise the Lord!

Have you ever thought of what it would be like if He hadn't come?

Let your mind ponder that one.

The result should be unexpressible thankfulness, 

worship, and amazement.

REJOICE!

Merry Christmas form all of us at Providence Lodge.

Boys and Men

Raising boys is hard work, 

and honestly, I am often exasperated. 

But as I read God's word,

I am encouraged to keep on,

trudging at times,

joyfully bounding at others,

always,

always

praying for them.

These are the days of our boys and men.

  They work as hard as they play.

They love, encourage, protect and provide.

May the lord bless each one 

with a measure of faith that is deep,

devoted, and unfailing.

My Heart, Captured

Her dimpled little hand pats my cheek.  My eyes won't open. 

Not yet, please, not yet, I beg.

The hand circles my face, first this way, then that while she exclaims, "oooooooo."

I smile.

My eyes open and I look into the chubby face so near it is blurry.

  She smiles back at me.

"Goodmorning, Olivia"  I say.  She responds with a hug.  She pats my back. 

She is mimicking me,

and alhtough my body is telling me it is not ready to be awake,

I think to myself, this is the perfect way to wake up.

Then, she puckers up big for a good morning kiss.

No  longer does it matter that she wouldn't go to sleep last night.  

No longer am I begrduging her the huge fit she threw at the dinner table yesterday, 

or the fact that it is well before 7 am and I am sure I am not fully human until after 7 am.

She is nurturing me, patting my back, cirling my face with her sweet little hands.

Who can resist such love?  Such utter cuteness?

She has captured my heart. 

Again.

18 Roses

  I prayed that we would make it to the hospital safely, 

as the little car raced along the snowy road. 

My husband was driving,

too fast,

but something in him told him there was not much time.  

Thankfully, there was not any traffic in the middle of the night. 

We had called ahead and they met us at the emergency room door with a wheelchair.

  Loud groaning told the nurse the situation was bad, and they wheeled me to a room, 

where I was helped up to get on the hospital bed.

  It was then that my water broke and very shortly after, our daughter was born.

That was 18 years ago today.

Who would have thought that that little chubby baby with the extra long eyelashes 

would grow into such a fine woman in only 18 years? 

Who would have known that God's hand of

mercy and grace

would be upon her from the age of three, when His spirit took up residence?

 Who would have guessed 

that she would become a tremendous blessing to so many

as she grew into a woman?

It has been a wonderful journey with our daughter Anna Grace,

and we had a magnificent celebration last night with family and friends. 

Anna was given meaningful gifts from family. 

Gifts for her hope chest, 

such as green depression glass that has been in the family for four generations. 

She is going to have to get a storage shed soon, we tease her, 

for her hope chest is full and overflowing all over her room.

 Anna had plenty of helpers at hand to unwrap gifts.

Brian and I wanted to make this birthday meaningful for Anna. 

Through her teen years, we have given  her symbols of her journey to womanhood

such as a purity necklace, a hope chest, a study Bible. 

Now was the time to complete these symbolic gifts

by giving her a foot washing bowl and pitcher 

as an expression of honoring her spiritual gift of service 

and a means and reminder to carry her servant hearted nature

to her future husband and family someday. 

 

The highlight of the evening

was the moment that daddy got down on one knee

and gave her 18 pink roses,

each tagged with a message of affirmation to the godly virtues and character

we see manifest in her life.

  Brian handed each individual rose to her as he read the affirmation.

We wrapped up the evening with chocolate cheesecake,

which was just heavenly.

"Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.

Favor is deceitful and beauty is vain; but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.  

Give her the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates." 

Prov. 31:10,30,31

Blessings to you, Anna, on this day.

I love  you.

Beginning Advent

Our fondest Christmas memories began to take place ten years ago, 

when a few odd circumstances set into motion a new tradition for our family, 

one which we would come to anticipate with great joy, 

relish its duration, 

and look forward to next year. 

The tradition of Advent.

The first thing that happened, was that we moved away from family

into a very small parsonage with our (then 5) children.  

Christmas time came, and we had absolutely no room for a Christmas tree.

  Secondly, we would not have family to celebrate with, 

and thirdly, we had very little means to purchase our chilren gifts. 

But alas, Brian found a wonderful book that inspired us to new beginnings. 

That would be The Advent Book, by Jack and Kathy Stockman. 

I think back on that year as a providential "accident"

that led the way for our family to let go of what we thought Christmas should be like 

and simply embrace celebrating the coming of Christ.

The way in which that formulated for us, was each evening for family devotion and reading time, 

we let the children take turns opening a door in the new book.  

All the children would eagerly gather together at daddy's feet to see what came next. 

We opened the last door Christmas day, and celebrated with a nice brunch, 

in which I made a new found recipe which would become another part of the tradition, 

Christmas Bread.

Our celebration that year looked so different from years before, 

and was so vastly more Christ centered,

that everyone agreed we should do the same thing next year.

Ten years later, we have added to the splendor of our Advent celebration,

and deterred from "Christmas" as our culture celebrates. 

We have found it to be a wonderful, simple, serene, focused season. 

Our children love it. 

I love it.  

We all cherish the rituals that hallmark this season.

The festivities include adorning the lodge with the natural beauty of evergreens 

and the capitvating and alluring glow of candles, 

a  Child friendly nativity,

an Advent wreath on the coffee table , 

and 25 handmade cards with some of the prophecies of the coming Christ.

To this we have the daily ritual, which we partake of in the crisp winter evening;

lighting  the wreath,

opening of doors in the Advent book, 

and the reading of a fictional book, such as Jotham's Journey,

while we gather by the fireside in the living room sipping a relaxing tea that will ready the children for bed.  Thus, each evening is oppulant with the warm companionship of family and meaningful readings.

Each Sunday night, the table is set lavishly for tea

as a way of emphasizing a new candle to light in the wreath, 

another virtue to learn and embrace. 

So many of our holiday memories have found their beginnings around the  family table, 

where family ties, discipleship, and home cooked fare join our hearts to one another. 

In our home, someone almost always spills their water. 

It would hardly be a Providence Lodge dinner without it,

but these are the very things that endear us to each other, and cause us to smile. 

Around our home, you will see the Wise Men, 

having set off on their journey to the Christ Child with a long way to go in the next 5 weeks.  

They are currently in the dining room window.

Mary and Joseph await their firstborn son on the newly fashioned mantle,

where a shepherd boy watches his sheep nearby.

The words of Advent,

Faith, Hope, Love and Joy, 

that teach us and instill in us a profound sense of the history,

the longing of so many,  

the full story and meaning of Emanuel, God with us.

This first week of Advent, we recall the Faith of so many over thousands of years,

looking for the promised one.  

As we sing O come O Come Emanuel, 

I cannot help but envision the multitudes whose souls longed to see the Messiah come. 

They had faith, they knew it would be, and they waited expectantly.

These people of Faith  held the 450 some prophecies of the Messiah close in their hearts, 

waiting and watching. 

They had Faith to believe God's Word and live by it, 

no matter what the rest of the world was doing.  

Inspiring faith. 

Oh to have such steadfast faith! 

When Christmas Day comes, 

and the last door is opened, 

the last candle lit,

the Christmas Bread made and enjoyed, 

we will make a little journey ourselves to visit family not so far away.

Our prayer then, is that through this focused season of Advent,

we will have embraced the Savior so thoroughly 

that the aroma of Christ is very present on us

as we live each day of the next year

for Him.

ThanksGiving Feast

The table was set.

Tthe children wriggled and paced impatiently for the guests to arrive 

for a midday feast.

My dear, wonderful, servant husband awoke at 5 am to put the 25 lb. turkey in the oven.  

We have long prepared our turkey the old fashioned way.

  Remember the magazine "Crowned With Silver?" 

I found a turkey recipe in it years ago, and we all agree it is the best turkey ever. 

First,  rub the turkey with salt and pepper inside and out, then glaze it with olive oil. 

Then cook it slowly at 325 degrees for 8 hours, basting every hour.  

By 1 pm, all was ready, and our 6 college age guests were eyeing the dishes 

whilst small children climbed all over them.  

Such is the hospitality at  our home.

Finally all are seated at the two long tables pushed together to house all 16 of us. 

5 kernals of corn are given to each person to contemplate

as Brian reads to us of the first Thanksgiving. 

We took turns around the table giving thanks, 

and then,

the feasting!

Gabe liked desert the best.

Following a wonderful meal with delightful company,

we played "telephone pictionary" and other games until we could laugh no more.

  After tucking the little ones in bed, 

we all settled in around the living room to play the "question game" until the end of the day, 

which was quite late for us old folk, 

when some of the young ones were just getting started.

Brian and I agree that this was one of the most enjoyable Thanksgiving celebrations we remember.

My tummy muscles still hurt from laughing, 

and my heart if full of gratitude to many loved ones near and far, 

and for a great and mighty God who has blessed us indeed.

At Our House This Weekend

 

 

 

Counting our blessings on this wonderful weekend.

Speaking Life

"Death and life are in the power of the tongue."

  Proverbs 18:21

This verse is written on the white board. 

Under it, I also wrote, as much a reminder to myself as to the children,

"Choose your words carefully.  Think: am I speaking life?"

Words give life to our very souls.

We want to teach our children to understand that their speech can foster harm or health. 

Psalm 34:12-13, one of the three rules in our home says: 

"Whosoever of you loves life and desires to see many good days,

keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking lies." 

Sarcasm and complaining are two negative habits that lead to death.

  The Greek word for sarcasm literally means, "tearing flesh."

If we use sarcasm in the home,

our caustic words 

rip at the hearts

of the one we speak to, 

and 

shred apart

who they are. 

I know this well, having a fresh experience with it just the other day.

 I used a sarcasitc coment, thinking it would be funny, 

but to my horror, the person I spoke to sort of wilted, obviously not seeing any humor in it at all. 

I had already been contemplating this verse, and the lesson smarted. 

As it should. 

I was out of line, and I hope I can always recall how terrible I felt,

so that I can avoid such statements in the future.

For further contemplation, I have a list of verses to ponder...

perhaps to write out on 3 x 5 cards and place around the house to be reminders.

 

Prov. 16:23 "A wise man's heart guides his mouth, and his lips promote instruction."

Prov. 16:24 " Pleasant words are a honey comb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones."

Prov. 10:20 " The tongue of the righteous is choice silver..the lips of the righteous nurish many."

Prov. 13:2 "From the fruit of his lips a man enjoys good things."

Prov. 13:3 "He who guards his lips guards his soul, but he who speaks rashly will come to ruin."

Prov. 13:14 "A gentle answer turns away rath, but harsh words stir up strife."

Prov. 25:11 "A word aptly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver."

Practice words of life:

I love you.

I am proud of you. 

I accept you. 

God loves you.

  I am sorry.  

Please forgive me. 

Great job! 

I forgive you.

You are such a blessing.  

You are a treasure.

  I knew you could do it!

  You are beautiful. 

I am so thankful for  you.

"The good we could do in our homes with our tongues

if we would use them to the utmost limit of their capacity is simply impossible to compute.  

Especially why should we ever pervert these gifts and use our tongues to do evil,

to give pain, to scatter seeds of bitterness?" 

J.R. Miller, Homemaking pp 183

"Reckless words pierce like a sword,

but the tongue of the wise brings healing." 

Prov. 12:18

 

Am I speaking life, or death?

The First Snow

Last evening:

The first snow of the season is falling gently this evening, 

in great big thick flakes wafting down from heaven. 

Inside, the children are playing a game they made up titled "Finding Nemo"  

where they hide a plastic Nemo fish and everyone searches for it.  

Gabe has gotten tired of it and is putting all his dinosaurs to sleep.

The snow is supposed to continue, 

which means that tomorrow we will make paper snowflakes and sugar cookies, 

as is our tradition.

Soon it will be time for tea and a story before bed.  

The children will be all cozy in warm jammies,

nestled in a heap on the couch,

the littlest ones will fight sleep, but finally their blonde heads will flop over as weariness defeats them. 

I love watching this. 

Their eyes blink, 

opening less 

and less...

and finally not at all.

What am I thankful for at the end of this day, the first day of snow?

For the warmth of the fireside...
the new stove set in place with only the mantel left to finish.

For friends who know you and love you anyway.

For the acceptance of little children when you are feeling down.

For a God whom I can believe.

For quiet evenings with family.

For living in a place where we can enjoy 4 seasons.

For the beginning of winter and all it will bring.

 

There is no better lullaby than thoughts of gratitude to our heavenly Father.  

What better way to send children off to dreamland, under a sea of blankets, 

than with such thoughts on their mind.

"Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder dear,
your head like the golden-rod, 
and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful land of Nod."
Ella Wilcox