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GOD’S PRESENCE…
She baked and cooked all week, decorated and cleaned, prepared and placed the finishing touches on our home. She is always over zealous in her preparations in my opinion. Probably because she so enjoys entertaining and being a wonderful Hostess. She has a servant’s heart and just adores people and giving them her best! I love and appreciate that about her!
As she tended to her morning routine of dishes and straightening up, I was afforded the opportunity to gather my thoughts about last night. We shared a light discussion of how much we enjoyed everyone and what a blessing it is to have loving and giving friends!
Well, to the meat of the matter… As I sat down to enjoy a warm cup of coffee, I was looking around this morning just enjoying the peace and tranquility of our home, when I happened to notice that lo to my great surprise and enjoyment, there in the corner of the dining room, my Amaryllis had bloomed overnight.
Now this may seem a little thing in everyone’s eyes and although everyone loves a beautiful flower, this morning’s mercy allowed me to see something in that bloom in a little different light.
As I pondered the beauty of such a simple thing, that still small voice whispered to me about the Father’s glory in everything.
As I looked at the flower, I was impressed that the entire flower resembled a cross! If you look at the attached photo you will see what I mean! After the initial impression, I heard the voice say, “look closer, there are two full blooms and one in the center yet to come”.
I was reminded that the Son and Holy Spirit have already come, but the Main bloom, the Father, has yet to make His full presence known! The beauty of the first two have manifested. We should all relish and glory in that at this time, but the full bloom and splendor of the God Head is yet to come! Rejoice and be glad for that time is soon
I encourage you to listen to the still small voice in your heart today. God is always speaking, are you tuned in? The Master calls and the sheep know his voice!
I have added a picture of my Flower for you to get a small glimpse of what I saw today, as a blessing from my Father, I hope and pray your day starts off with a word from the Lord!
FROM HIM, TO ME
A ratty old shack
On the poor side of town;
No Christmas lights
Anywhere to be found.
Lived a family of four;
Wanting…and hungry…
So very poor!
‘Twas the house of my youth.
Folks would laugh and point…
They thought us odd, and crude.
Particularly well;
And that’s the story
I’m about to tell.
I awoke with a start,
Excitement galore
Pounding through my heart!
Too poor, you see;
But a tiny wooden crate
Addressed to me.
And there inside I saw,
A tiny babe, looking back at me
Nestled in the yellow straw.
For I was very small,
But the babe inside the wooden crate,
Was my old baby doll.
The disappointment I felt,
For dad’s eyes began to tear,
As his heart did melt.
I doubt you’ll understand,
But daddy has no money
For presents like he’d planned.
And gave you the best I had…
This tiny babe within the straw…
With love, to you…from dad.”
The memory of that night.
It is a time I will never forget,
For it brought me to The Light!
That first Christmas so long ago,
When God sent His Son to be born in a manger,
Here, on this earth below.
To my Heavenly Father above;
With that tiny doll, in the wooden box,
Given, with all of his love.
Is who God sent to me…
He’s the gift of love,
From God the Father, above…
By: Anita Mondragon
MARY’S LITTLE LAMB…
MARY’S LITTLE LAMB…
I am always reminded of the verse in John 1:29 that says this:
“Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!”
One day, I was watching my grand-daughter, Audrey. She came to me in the kitchen, and tugged on my dress…
“Grandma…will you read me some nursery rhymes?”
I told her to go get the book. As she crawled into my lap and I began to read, the first five words struck me to the heart!
“Mary had a little lamb…”
At that very moment, God’s voice was almost audible, as I heard Him say to me…
“Yes…she did, and HE was the Son of God!”
After she left, Jesus and I sat down and wrote this poem together.
Hope you enjoy!
Mary had a little Lamb.
He was the Son of God!
That Christmas night He came to earth,
The angels did applaud!
They KNEW He would for sin atone,
And die upon a tree…
And by His blood, WASH all men clean,
And set their spirits free!
A light shined bright outside the door,
Where naught but darkness was before;
To light the way…to show the path
Of incarnate love, that would quell God’s wrath.
In stable low, while shepherds watched,
And cattle were a lowing…
The King, lay sleeping in the hay
Even though a child, yet knowing;
His PURPOSE for mankind was clear…
It was the REASON He appeared!
He went from sitting on a throne,
To lying in a manger.
From being worshipped and adored…
To being but a stranger.
From hearing angel voices singing,
Holy! Holy! Holy!
To hearing sounds of sheep and cattle,
In this stable, lowly.
From eyes of adoration
From redeemed, in eons past…
To shepherds, staring on in awe…
Bewildered…amazed…aghast!
From having Heaven as His domain…
To finding no place at the Inn.
Long before that night, He’d flung the stars,
And put them in their place;
Now, from that lowly bed of straw…
He gazed into his mother’s face.
When they looked down…
They saw a babe, lying in the hay;
When He looked up,
He saw a race, lost…and gone astray!
They saw Him helpless…meek and mild;
He saw them lost…undone…defiled.
They saw the manger where he lay.
He saw the CROSS…crucifixion day!
They gave thanks for the fruit of the womb…
He praised God, for the empty tomb!
They were excited to tell the story…
He was content to give God ALL the glory!
Yes! Mary had a Little Lamb
Born on Christmas day;
The Sacrificial Lamb of GOD…
The Truth, The Life, The way!
From Heaven’s glory, to manger low…
Finally, dying on the cross…
He came that night for ONE reason only…
To SEEK, and to SAVE that which is lost!
ARE YOU LOST?
Then, He’s seeking for YOU!
But the question is:
What will you do,
With this wonderful gift,
Sent from God’s own hand…
With this little babe…
Mary’s Little Lamb?
By: Anita Mondragon December 2007
Christmas – Acrostic Poem
Christmas
C hristmas is
H ere once again to
R emind us, that this
I s the day, the King of Glory, our
S avior, Jesus Christ, chose to leave the
T hrone of Heaven to dwell with
M ankind; and
A ll for the purpose…that He might
‘TWAS THE MORNING AFTER CHRISTMAS
My son, Joe, keeps reciting, ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas, so I found it easy to write about the morning…and days after that wonderful holiday.
I’m sure all the mom’s out there can identify! Enjoy!-anita
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‘Twas the morning after Christmas
When all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring
Dog… cat…or mouse!
Well…except for me, of course; I’m mom!
The house was a mess!
Paper…ribbon…and bows,
Cluttered the floor,
And got stuck in my toes.
Half-filled glasses of Eggnog,
Paper plates…napkins too,
Littered the counter,
Making me quite “blue!”
But then I thought of the smiles
On each happy face;
And the mess in the house
Became a magical place!
As I wadded through piles
Of stuff here and there,
I remembered the love
That everyone shared!
Then I thought of “THE GIFT”
God sent long ago…
Wrapped up in a manger
Found in stable so low.
I fell to my knees
To thank God above,
For that first Christmas night…
When He sent ALL His love!
I remembered a time
When I, myself was a mess,
But Jesus, in mercy,
Forgave…and did bless!
He cleaned me up,
As He hummed, all the while;
And when He was done…He gave a big smile!
I looked at the mess
Through different eyes now.
I made a promise…right then,
Before God, I did vow;
To clean up the “mess”
Made by family and friends,
And always thank God for them
When each day ends!
For they brighten my world
With the memories they leave
Every Christmas that passes…
And each Christmas Eve!
As I thought to myself…
To have that kind of love
Is the best kind of wealth!
To be blessed with love
Is all one can ask;
So I hummed, and I smiled
As I went to my task!
By: Anita Mondragon -December 2016
What a great prayer! As Believers, this is the kind of stuff we should be seeking God for on a daily basis!
Thanks for the reminder sister Francine!
-anita