A TIME FOR TOUCHING HOME.....

Good Morning, blessed friends and family......

Guess what?

It's raining again! Whoo Hoo!! NOT!!

Don't get me wrong, I love the rain! But see, I have to go out and drive in it, today and if you want instant idiots, all you have to do is add water!! Thankfully, my errands are all in Sonora....I don't even wanna think about what it's like in the Valley or beyond! At least my list of errands is not lengthy....a trip to the Grocery Outlet and then a bit of shopping at one of my favorite thrift stores....Then I can come home and start my holiday baking.....At least my house will be warm, this afternoon.

Mariah was talking to her mom on the phone, yesterday and it was 80 degrees in her part of Texas and Mariah and I were both jealous! Then again, I think I'd rather have my amber hills and green grass over 80 degrees in winter, flat terrain and sagebrush, any day, thank-you very much.......

Christmas is almost here.....Is everybody ready? I'm not....but I will be and things will be good!! Mark is off work, on Friday and for the first time, in 10 1/2 years together, we won't have to rush and rush to get to Grams for our Christmas Eve gathering. That's going to be nice. For a lot of years, I worked retail at Christmas time and would watch people rush and rush.Christmas
should not be a time for rushing. It should be a time for touching home. The home of our youth, the home of our hearts and the home of our time yet to come.....The home of my youth, at Christmas time, was always busy.....My father loved to bake and at Christmas time, he did that a lot....The Christmas tree was always brightly lit. I remember waking up on Christmas Day and because our house was so small, I could look down the hall and see the reflection of the lights from the Christmas tree and I could hear Daddy laying a fire in the fireplace, so we would all be warm. That's when I knew it was okay to get up......Christmas time in the home of my heart is quite different.....Our house is still small....smaller even, than the house I grew up in. There is still much baking going on, in the days before Christmas, but we take things slower, around here. We don't like to rush and rush......When we were first married, we would drive to the Bay Area on Christmas Eve, celebrate and then drive all the way home, just to get up and do it all over again, on Christmas morning. We don't do that nowadays......We are content to celebrate with my family on Christmas Eve and then on Christmas Day, we hang around, here at home....we might go see a movie and then I cook a very traditional Christmas Dinner. We take the time to remember why we celebrate Christmas......the birth of a tiny baby, who would die to save us.....We give thanks for the ultimate gift of love, so freely given by God, just because He loves us and couldn't bear to live without us! I never treasured that gift as much as I do, now.....Christmas was about the tangible things we presented to one another...the useless frippery tied in pretty ribbons and colorful paper.....And Lord forbid if we didn't get what we wanted or asked for.......Back to the store, the next day! I've remembered what God did for us, on Christmas, since childhood....But I didn't treasure it until I saw "The Passion"....Seeing a real depiction of what Christ went through, as a human man meant for a divine purpose really struck me hard......I just never realized! It's now an honor, to get up, on Christmas morning and just say Thank-you Jesus, for coming to save me.....I am so not worthy, but thank-you for loving me, anyway.....Imagine, the love of God sent from paradise to live a human life, wrapped up in a tiny baby, cradled in a mother's arms.....protected by a human father.....How can you not celebrate this? I was helping my friend and her mother decorate their house, for Christmas, a few years back and I asked her why she didn't have a creche and she answered, telling me she liked to keep the religion out of Christmas.......Huh? I can't wait to spend a Christmas in Heaven. I'm going to sit on a cloud and listen to God sing.....I'm going to get to hear the angel choir, firsthand! No more useless frippery.....No more disappointed relatives.....No more nasty fruitcake!! I think Michael Card sums it up, for me....In his song "The Final Word"...makes me cry every time I hear it.....Here's the lyrics.....

You and me we use so very many clumsy words.
The noise of what we often say is not worth being heard.
When the Father's wisdom wanted to communicate His love,
He spoke it in one final perfect Word.

He spoke the incarnation, and then so was born a Son.
His final word was Jesus, He needed no other one.
Spoke flesh and blood so He could bleed and make a way Divine.
And so was born the baby who would die to make it mine.

And so the Father's fondest thought became flesh and bone.
He spoke the living luminous word, at once His will was done.
And so the transformation that in man had been unheard,
Took place in God the Father as he spoke that final Word.

And so the Light became alive and manna became Man.
Eternity stepped into time so we could understand.

Here's the YouTube link.....The video is kinda crummy, but turn the monitor off and listen to the song......
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_idg5Xxy6kE

Powerful, powerful words....

Well the time is come and I must get on with my day.....I will post again, before Christmas, so no final wishes now.....

Go out in the rain, today.....Jump in a puddle....Dance....Feel the love of God, as it pours down from heaven and then go inside and drink a cup of hot cocoa......Love each other as He loves, smile much, laugh often and love completely.....
Have a great day,
In Him
Lisa