Three Gifts

Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power...

Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power…

2nd Timothy 1:7:EL pen Logo with heart

For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love and of a sound mind.

Oh, it’s great to be with you for our Coffee Hour! Christmas is in the air … nearly everywhere, a time where giving is on steroids and happiness is at the entryway of our hearts, beckoning to come in and fill us with that Christmas “spirit.” But it’s not just that time of the year, but the 1st has come and gone and we need to chew on some words of wisdom and grab those weapons of warfare! Grab your coffee and come on in.

I love how this month’s WOW came to me. I was actually having coffee one morning with my hubby, and I was looking through my book of WOW ideas and asking him to look up certain scriptures. We kept getting sidetracked as he would read a scripture and we’d both sit silent in our thoughts letting it move on down from our heads to our hearts, and then I asked him to look a verse up in 2nd Timothy 4:7 but inadvertently he read 1:7 unbeknownst to me, and immediately it got my heart a pounding and my mind rewinding, so here we are, in 2nd Timothy 1:7 and it’s so fitting for the season!

You know, honestly, I was going to boycott the season this year. Why? Because I was focusing on what I didn’t have, versus all that I am blessed to have. Have you ever done that; thrown yourself a pity party and you’re the only one in attendance, which makes the pity rise to a level of indescribable? Baaaaaah, humbug! But I refuse to stay there – actually, our loving Father won’t let me stay there as He reminds me in His word, and through His hands and feet, of not only His love for me, but of this truth: He loves me too much to leave me drowning in my self-pity!

What’s the pity party for? I’m glad you asked. It’s about old traditions … and my son and his family who now live in Texas and for the first time in their married lives are thriving and not just surviving. Please don’t misunderstand me; I’m thrilled for them, truly. It’s just that with this season their absence is felt even louder than their departure!

Some of my favorite Christmas memories are with my son, daughter-in-love their two children and our third grandchild, Bryden. See, we created some sweet traditions, like decorating the Christmas tree. Ah, three little munchkins waiting patiently as I hand them each an ornament just right for them to hang wherever they wanted to, and then scurry back for another one, almost as if it were a race to see who could hang the most decorations. “Please, can I have dat one?” Little Bryden would plead. And Dillan, the oldest, got to hang my most cherished ornaments with the help of his daddy. It’s so sweet to remember how each of them would vie for my attention, proudly boasting of their artwork on the branch of their choosing and then rush back for another ornament, for more approval, joy lighting up their eyes and spilling over onto their little sweet faces.

Ah, yes, just thinking of those child-like voices, the beaming smiles, their joy, the gift of their laughter … oops, my two faucets got turned on; hold on while I dry my eyes so I can see to keep writing!

Anyway, my soul is so much richer for those moments! But I have a confession to make: before Thanksgiving, I decided I wouldn’t do a tree; after all, who was going to help me decorate it? Why bother, I said to self; besides, I don’t want to clean it up afterwards. And then I further declared, we won’t be contributing to Southern California Edison this year either with our beautiful light display in every nook and cranny of the front yard. We’ll give our Lighted Snoopy, all the reindeer, candy canes and our skiing polar bear a longer rest. I felt good about my decision, and I know that my husband most definitely breathed a sigh of relief at the pass he’d received on his part of the annual decorating semi-party!

I told myself at least a dozen reasons why I didn’t want to get caught up in the season of Christmas this year but all that got blown up like a hot air balloon taking off when we went to my girlfriend’s house for dinner the other day. We pulled up and she had already gotten lights on her house and so did several of her neighbors. That was the first tug on my heart, and it was like a tug-of-war began on my heart. But when I walked in and I saw her tree, my heart did a flip-flop and so did my mind. The tug-of-war was over: “I want a tree now, George!”

“I thought you didn’t want a tree?”

“I didn’t until I saw Donna’s. I changed my mind.”

His eyes smiled and his smile reached his face while squeezing my heart as I realized just how tolerant he can be of me and my “mind-changes.”

I felt a sense of peace and joy as I imagined decorating the tree with my honey perhaps bringing a bit of romance to the occasion, you know, a sweet ambiance for creating new memories, possible new traditions, and suddenly I realized one of my struggles to celebrate the season: the fear of doing it without my kids and coming up empty-hearted!

Oh, but Abba did not give us a spirit of fear … but there are three gifts He did give us. Join me tomorrow for more of our December’s Wow!

In His Spirit

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