Post by thewisefarmer on Dec 25, 2017 9:33:45 GMT
BLESSED DAY
Life comes together in a kaleidoscope of memories. Every sense is filled with the event....Christmas!
Bells ring out like a choir of Angels. Songs echo without need to read the words for the words live within me. Even Silence has a special Christmas meaning.
Sandbakkels delights my palette with sweet hints of almond. Apple cider slides deep within my body in the warmth of the day. A small snowflake lands on my tongue tasting like purity.
The fire tickles my nose from the smoke. Evergreen branches smell like life in the barren winter. Paperwhite flowers sweeten my senses.
Fuzzy slippers feel soft.
from loving arms hug my very soul. Warm wax, as it drips from my candle that I hold to the Lord, touches me with awareness of all that Jesus felt for me.
Stars brightly glisten like Christmas lights from God. Smiles and laughter, that visually paint love on our faces, testify to the real meaning of the holiday. The face of Jesus peaceful in a manger scene allows my mind to envision peace on earth and makes my eyes grow big in awe at the joy of His birth.
Each sound, every taste, each smell, every touch, all the visions of Christmas - they function like the play button of my mind's record of them, vividly replaying each moment.
Soft tears glisten on my cheek with sorrow, blending with laughter as the memories flow. Loved ones not forgotten. Blessings recalled.
I recall a very special Christmas gift from Jesus.
I was still in my youth, but was considered to be an adult now. We had all left home to each create our own lives. The family had a big celebration several days before Christmas, since on Christmas day most of us would be scattered in various places. So we feasted and sang and shared gifts. With loving, we parted.
I lived in a small apartment with just my dog Rail-Roada, so I went up to the mountains to my parents home for the rest of my Christmas break.
On Christmas Eve, the story from the Bible was read. We ate and gave simple thanks to God.
I slept on the sofa bed in the living room that night. The cold air outside had the weatherman forecasting
earlier in the week, but there was none.
Early in the morning, my father had come and stoked the wood stove and then went back to bed.
I got up and made myself a cup of hot chocolate. I also went back to bed, snuggled up with Roada next to me.
It was Christmas morning.
There were no lights. There was no music. The Christmas tree stood tall and majestic, but there were no presents now.
The rock fire place reached all the way up to the beamed ceiling. The black woodstove insert held the needed warmth; yet, also shared it with us, allowing it to flow out across the room. We were basking in warmth, like embers of love.
Windows on either side of the fireplace also rose all the way to the ceiling. My mother collected Madonna figurines. The Madonna's figures, most lovingly embracing the Christ child, sat on glass shelves in each window.
Behind the windows, a forest of life. Birds were searching for left over seed. Squirrels scurried also looking for winter food. Evergreen trees sheltering the creatures. A natural wonderland.
I lay there, sipping the mug of chocolate, looking at the Nativity, the Mary and Joseph figures and the sweet baby Jesus. Roada cuddled closer.
A perfect Christmas morning.
Then Jesus, without the help of elves to make my gift, gathered snowflakes that He, Himself, had carved. Jesus individually formed each of them into the size of silver dollars. He took one and dropped it. Huge and fluffy, it floated slowly, dancing down to earth. Then another danced down from heaven. As if the snowflakes were a choir of Angel winged voices, they danced in harmony to touch the earth.
The evergreens allowed the flakes to land on them, but then, as if in protest, the trees would take their branches and shake the off. Quickly, the earth turned pure and peaceful. The little creatures quieted into their nesting places. Then, the branches bowed down from the weight, as even the trees yielded to the flocking from heaven.
The mounded up until all became pure.
The Madonna's in the windows twinkled from the sunlight; sunlight that sparkled past the trees flowing into the home. The glass, which formed the figures of His own mother, absorbed the light and sent it on into the room. Rainbows danced on the walls voicing His promise was true.
I was richly blessed by my special gift from Jesus.
"Merry Christmas to you too!" I said to my beloved Lord.
Life comes together in a kaleidoscope of memories. Every sense is filled with the event....Christmas!
Bells ring out like a choir of Angels. Songs echo without need to read the words for the words live within me. Even Silence has a special Christmas meaning.
Sandbakkels delights my palette with sweet hints of almond. Apple cider slides deep within my body in the warmth of the day. A small snowflake lands on my tongue tasting like purity.
The fire tickles my nose from the smoke. Evergreen branches smell like life in the barren winter. Paperwhite flowers sweeten my senses.
Fuzzy slippers feel soft.
from loving arms hug my very soul. Warm wax, as it drips from my candle that I hold to the Lord, touches me with awareness of all that Jesus felt for me.Stars brightly glisten like Christmas lights from God. Smiles and laughter, that visually paint love on our faces, testify to the real meaning of the holiday. The face of Jesus peaceful in a manger scene allows my mind to envision peace on earth and makes my eyes grow big in awe at the joy of His birth.
Each sound, every taste, each smell, every touch, all the visions of Christmas - they function like the play button of my mind's record of them, vividly replaying each moment.
Soft tears glisten on my cheek with sorrow, blending with laughter as the memories flow. Loved ones not forgotten. Blessings recalled.
I recall a very special Christmas gift from Jesus.
I was still in my youth, but was considered to be an adult now. We had all left home to each create our own lives. The family had a big celebration several days before Christmas, since on Christmas day most of us would be scattered in various places. So we feasted and sang and shared gifts. With loving
, we parted.I lived in a small apartment with just my dog Rail-Roada, so I went up to the mountains to my parents home for the rest of my Christmas break.
On Christmas Eve, the story from the Bible was read. We ate and gave simple thanks to God.
I slept on the sofa bed in the living room that night. The cold air outside had the weatherman forecasting
earlier in the week, but there was none.Early in the morning, my father had come and stoked the wood stove and then went back to bed.
I got up and made myself a cup of hot chocolate. I also went back to bed, snuggled up with Roada next to me.
It was Christmas morning.
There were no lights. There was no music. The Christmas tree stood tall and majestic, but there were no presents now.
The rock fire place reached all the way up to the beamed ceiling. The black woodstove insert held the needed warmth; yet, also shared it with us, allowing it to flow out across the room. We were basking in warmth, like embers of love.
Windows on either side of the fireplace also rose all the way to the ceiling. My mother collected Madonna figurines. The Madonna's figures, most lovingly embracing the Christ child, sat on glass shelves in each window.
Behind the windows, a forest of life. Birds were searching for left over seed. Squirrels scurried also looking for winter food. Evergreen trees sheltering the creatures. A natural wonderland.
I lay there, sipping the mug of chocolate, looking at the Nativity, the Mary and Joseph figures and the sweet baby Jesus. Roada cuddled closer.
A perfect Christmas morning.
Then Jesus, without the help of elves to make my gift, gathered snowflakes that He, Himself, had carved. Jesus individually formed each of them into the size of silver dollars. He took one and dropped it. Huge and fluffy, it floated slowly, dancing down to earth. Then another danced down from heaven. As if the snowflakes were a choir of Angel winged voices, they danced in harmony to touch the earth.
The evergreens allowed the flakes to land on them, but then, as if in protest, the trees would take their branches and shake the
off. Quickly, the earth turned pure and peaceful. The little creatures quieted into their nesting places. Then, the branches bowed down from the weight, as even the trees yielded to the flocking from heaven.The
mounded up until all became pure. The Madonna's in the windows twinkled from the sunlight; sunlight that sparkled past the trees flowing into the home. The glass, which formed the figures of His own mother, absorbed the light and sent it on into the room. Rainbows danced on the walls voicing His promise was true.
I was richly blessed by my special gift from Jesus.
"Merry Christmas to you too!" I said to my beloved Lord.
