“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come. Whispering it will be happier”. ~Alfred Lord Tennyson
Linus says sure Charlie Brown, “I can tell you what Christmas is all about”.
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this [shall be] a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
That’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.
My heritage lies on my table, at my bedside, and always is at an arms reach away. I pull from it all the way back to Genesis; In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
My Bible with gold silky lined pages, marked and notated all about. Highlighters, and pens from my own memos. It sits wrapped in a burgundy bound leather. My name enscribed in gold cursive. It has traveled far inside through the stories, and outside with me always in tow.
This is my lineage in this bound leather literature. It all began with Adam and Eve. I keep it closer to me than any other reminder of who I am, who made me, and what clan I am part in. I have the red letter addition which indicates Jesus’s teachings. I use this as I map my history. To me there is nothing more beautiful than my heritage encased in my leather bound Vans Off The Wall stickered bible.
I am just going to say the closer I get to Jesus, and the more I read my Bible the more it piques my heart and soul to know Him more! I am madly in love with the Lord! He changed my life for the good!
I can’t wait until one day I get to see His face, and He shall say “well done good and faithful servant”. This is what I strive for each, and every day. I have to keep on keeping on in Him.
Simple, and sweet! Blessing in Him for a rad week WP friends.
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that Day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing. 2 Timothy 4:7-8
My feet sink deep into your earth, firmly taking root. Soil bed I lay, nurtured there. Under gardener’s care
The ground kept watered generously, waiting to unveil life blossoms within me
From a shoot to a flower in full bloom. Vibrant in color, a kindergarteners best kept crayon
Fertilized, and nursed to keep disease at bay. New growth daily. Blessed is my keeper, as I am taking heed to the need of nurture. Bright future
Fervent I grow, and fervent He keeps me. The soil that swaddles my new growth keeps my leaves from withering
Storms pass, and winds blow. Wanting to steal my beauty, make my petals not cower. One day I will be placed in a meadow deep. Just not yet, not at this hour
Soiled in the the seed it is now permiated into my roots, giving me the boost to keep growing. Reaping what I sow
I will not wither, fade, or ebb. I shall stand tall within my root bed allowing to be fed, and fostered. People are turning their heads, they see color in me
For I am firmly rooted, soils bed has fertilized my core. Beyond any compare. Stare and gaze, at the gardener’s hand. All His plan. Me just willing to be the soot for His making
Peace in the watered bed of soil I lay today, and everyday. May the storm pass fast, stalk not dwindle
Flourish not flounder in my pot of life, shears keeping pruning. Grooming. Vibrant no matter the weather’s climate, catching every passerby eyes they see new growth blooming
As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes. Psalm 103:15
Draw me close to you with your magnet pull, never let me go. Draw me into you
Rapturous is your grace. Allow me to always seek your face. Tug of war no more, the pull was too great. I gave up, and declared your name (Jesus)! Nothing has been the same. Fell onto gracious land, sinking at your feet. The most absolute liberation
Stagnant is the weight of the worlds lure, I shall stay baited in your word. A snatch of your line, and I am kept by you. Your love for me devine. Caught by your fisherman’s hands, bringing me back to dry land
My focus is the cross. There I do not toss and turn burning with the days loftiness. Crafted by my maker. Magnetic is your pull, for The I uphold glory, and honor. My genetics lead me back to Genesis. The beginning of this magesticness. There I take root, at the beginning, and know with all my heart with my eyes fixated on you, my end will be that of what Revelation writes. My name in lambs of book of life. Oh what a beautiful sight
Draw me close to you, with magnet pull never let me go. Draw me into you
Worship the LORD with gladness; come before him with joyful songs. Know that the LORD is God. It is he who made us, and we are his ; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. Psalm 100