Every young mother thinks her baby is the most perfect and unusual baby in the world. Mary must have thought so too; but unlike all other mothers in the world, she was right! Her baby was the only perfect baby ever born; and the most unusual baby—the only-begotten Son of the Most High God! Before, Mary had "pondered in her heart" the words of the angel Gabriel to her when he had announced the forthcoming birth of Jesus, saying that her son would be called "the Son of the Highest, the Son of God." Now she had heard the testimony of the shepherds, that the angel had called her child, "A Savior, which is Christ the Lord." How beautiful and how natural that she ponder in her heart these things about her precious baby.
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"I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again.'
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!
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ANOTHER REALLY GOOD STORY! THIS STORY IS A LITTLE LONG, BUT WELL WORTH READING! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS!! It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so...It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas---oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it-overspending...the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma---the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else. Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended; and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them could have won," he said. "They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them."Mike loved kids - all kids-and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That's when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition---one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on.The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknown to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad.The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us.
~Author Unknown~
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For years, Norman and I took 6 or 8 flower arrangements (bud vase size) to the hospital on Christmas Eve, one year we took teddy bears, to be given to the older patients on Christmas morning.. (no name attached as from who, or even to whom.. just to the elderly) I didn't get it done this year.. now I wish I had. The nurses were more than happy to give them out, and said that the patients loved them! "God Bless" it was our secret, and we enjoyed it! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We haven't made it to Moms today, (*.*) don't look like we will (unless something comes up) but because of this extra snow.. we hope to be safe also! Thankfully, Cassie and her family will be there this evening and that will be good for Mom and Jenna (*.*) and for that, we are grateful! Hope and pray that everything is going well!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Also praying for all the others that are sick, hurting, dying, and grieving.. GOD BLESS AND COMFORT EACH OF THEM PLEASE, WRAP YOUR LOVING ARMS AROUND EACH AND GRANT THEM GRACE AND INNER PEACE. THANK YOU FATHER, IN JESUS NAME. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And thank You for all the newborns! HOW PRECIOUS!
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