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And He Showed Up - Merry Christmas

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The song, “I’m Dreaming Of A White Christmas,” has real meaning in the Pacific Northwest. If a lawn has a snowman adorning it, it was bought at a store. Rarely does snow show up for the PNW’er unless they go up to the mountains. Except this year, the mountain doesn’t have snow like it usually does. Not even the tourist town of Leavenworth is covered with snow.
Snow rarely shows up.
Quite a few years ago my family faced the unexpected death of my Uncle. After his death, a group from church made their way to my Aunt’s house, and spent the day helping her with yard work. I remember her explaining that it touched her, because they “showed up.”
A few thousand years ago, on a starry night, that is what God did. He “showed up.”
“Immanuel” – God with us, appeared on the earth, in the form of a baby, named Jesus, God’s son.
The birth of a baby is such a wonderful thing. What makes Jesus birth even more exciting, is this is not where His life started.
The Bible says Jesus always has been.
“In the b…

Why Haven't You Shown Up Yet...

One day, I got my daughter out of school earlier than her usual time.
"I was worried you weren't coming," she said as she got in the car.
"Why? I've never missed picking you up from anything, and I'm here at the time I told you I would be."
"Because, I had told you that I wanted to get out earlier than this." She answered.
I smiled and told her this was definitely a blog moment.
How many times do I pray and wonder why God doesn't show up when and how I want Him to?
I've had my moments where I've been pretty good at acting like the "God director" when I pray. I've also had my moments of frustration, while I wait for Him to answer them, when and how I wanted the prayers answered.
I know I'm not the only one to do this.
Over the last few years we've been praying for a prisoner in the mid-east to be freed and returned to America to be with his family. There are updates on him on the radio and face book. He is even in …

Thanksgiving Is Here!

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Thanksgiving is here already! It’s hard to believe there is just, over a month, left to 2014. I blinked and zoom it’s close to the end of the year.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays for many reasons, I love this season as far as the weather goes, I love how things look outside, I love the clothes we get to wear, boots, sweaters, and scarves.
Most of all, I love that this is the beginning of the time that people purpose to get together. Despite the work the 
Thanksgiving meal takes, to prepare, it is a time to really enjoy eating, and conversing with others.
Typically I would be writing something, that had to do with Thanksgiving, but this year... it will be a stretch.  Maybe, what I want to write about this week in my blog, will lead people to take a moment, and think about the relationships in their own lives, before they do sit down at that Thanksgiving table. 
Ephesians 4:26 “…Do not let the sun go down on your anger.”
I have a really mature reaction to this part of verse twent…

Everything Has Its Time

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Ecclesiastes 3:1-15
1To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born,
    And a time to die;
A time to plant,
    And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill,
    And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
    And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
    And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
    And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
    And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
    And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
    And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
    And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
    And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
    And a time to speak;
A time to love,
    And a time to hate;
A time of war,
    And a time of peace. The God-Given Task What profit has the worker from that in which he labors? 10 I have seen the God-given task with which the sons of men are to be occupied. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, exc…

Do these boots match?

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“Do these boots match?” My middle school daughter asked just before it was time to walk out the door.
Good question, because a girl has to have the right boots on to complete her ensemble.


She asked this question after trying on more than one outfit.A girl not only has to look just right, but feel just right. Everyone around her, can give a compliment about the way a girl looks, but if she doesn’t feel right in what she is wearing…forget it…compliment’s are worthless.
Also a favorite pair of jeans one day, may feel like you’re wearing someone else’s jeans another day. I've learned not to get rid of her clothes very quick like, because she will ask me where I put the shirt or pair of pants she hated a few days prior, but now they are suddenly her favorites again.
I go through the same thing. One day, I needed to get dressed to have some pictures taken...


Finally…after trying on one thing after another...something not only felt right, but covered up what I wanted covered, and I liked w…

A Love Moment

I held my daughter close on my lap, as I watched my husband hold his white haired Dad’s hand, while he sat beside his hospital bed having a heartfelt conversation. My husband spoke loud and clear. His Dad answered slowly, and yes, he did believe that Jesus Christ died for his sins.
            “That’s the best gift you could ever give me, Dad,” my husband smiled.
            In response, his Dad brought their two clasped hands to his face, and gave my husband’s hand a long kiss.
            Tears rolled from my eyes. I felt honored to be a witness of this interaction of love between a Dad and his son.
            Then to add to the moment, a few seconds later, he brought their hands up to his face again, and kissed his son’s hand once more.
            So precious…
            It was possibly one of their final moments together, and it was filled with love, and a guarantee they would see each other once again in heaven.
            No goodbyes…rather a, “I’ll see you there when it’s my t…