Are They Just Words?

Recently I posted on FaceBook here, with these words:
Is having a meager Christmas a bad thing? So what if someone doesn’t have excess cash to spend on presents under the tree. Didn’t our Lord and Savior end up in a manger – because his family couldn’t find shelter? He worn born in very meager circumstances – yet offer us (to this day) the biggest gift of all – salvation.

This post is something that has been on my mind, as this year has been one of the tightest we’ve experienced. Now I know people think authors have a ton of book sales and royalties coming in. And some do … However most Indie Authors, like myself, still have to keep a day job. And to be honest – this year has been a rough one as we’ve been trying to play catch up after a few set backs.

In contemplating the ‘true reason’ for Christmas – I’ve been thinking … We always hear that ‘Jesus us the reason for the season’ and I agree wholeheartedly, but if the concept isn’t hidden in our heart … those are just words. And, to be honest some take those words for granted. Some use those words to their advantage. Some say them and go through the motions. While others may say them but don’t believe them at all.

My son and I were talking about how much we want to feel the true sentiment behind the words more than ever before. As my best friend suffers through chemo and fights an aggressive cancer, I know her 11 year old kid would give anything just to have her health for Christmas. They don’t care about gifts under the tree. They’re praying for a miracle. And she is so tired that she just wants hot chocolate and energy to make it through the season. Her faith is strong and as a true believer, I know she understands the sentiment behind the words.

So my 11 year old and I were discussing that it doesn’t matter what is (or isn’t) under the tree this year. We have our health, our friendships, family, and our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Those are all such amazing blessings that some aren’t lucky to have at all.

So as you think of this holiday season and you celebrate with whomever gathers around your tree, please remember that a tiny baby was born, in meager circumstances, so that you may have the biggest gift of all. No matter who is with you to celebrate, or not – as I know we all have loved ones we miss … no matter what presents are under the tree (or lack of) … remember the real reason behind why we’re all celebrating.

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Amen.

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Faithful Fridays

Children are such a blessing. Those, with out kids, will never know the impact these children make on parent’s lives. It’s just not possible to understand until you live your life as a parent. One can come close….but it’s not the same when you don’t experience watching your own child thrive and grow…or feeling the hurt when they stumble and fall. It’s a whole new world being a parent, and my life will never be the same. I wouldn’t want it to.

That hard edge of my personality came crumbling down, the second I became a mom. It was no longer about me and my wants. It was about something bigger…my son’s essence of life and his future. I became fully responsible for an entirely different life and lifestyle. Most mom’s embrace this…but sadly some mom’s don’t. I know it takes all kinds of different people to run this world, so I do not judge those who don’t ‘get’ it. I’m just glad I’m one of those mom’s who ‘do’ get it.

My mother, thankfully, got it too. If not for her, I may not have made it in one piece. She always told me that I would have two hyper active boys, that I’d have to chase after constantly, to pay me back for how hyper I was. I was the kid with long hair, in braids, doing cart wheels down the grocery aisles. She’d find me by listening for the click-click-click, from my pony tails holders hitting the floor, when my braids would coming whirling around. I was the kid that would see something and blurt out my first thought like, “mom that woman sure is ugly”, which would send my mother taking the fastest corner she could take in our grocery cart to get away and hide. I was that kid…lots of energy, honesty, and creativity. All that in one bundle usually is a recipe for disaster. I landed in the ER with serious injuries 3 times in a 3 month period. Not because my mom wasn’t watching out for me…but just because I was every where all at once in full stride.

My son is all of this but thank goodness for me hasn’t had the urge to push his limits when it comes to dangerous activity. He’s not the dare devil I was so far. He’s the kid that will do anything to make you smile, but that has trouble expressing his anger. He’s aggressive but sweet. He’s the kid that will stop a waiter, who’s flustered, to ask him if he’s frustrated. He truly wants to know how a stranger feels and why. Of course this ends up making the once stressed kid, waiting tables and having an obvious bad day, smile and take extra care in how he works his day. My son’s the kid that makes other’s day by just being himself.

Today’s faithful fridays is a message of contentment. God’s ever faithfulness in giving me the family I have and blessing me with each new day with all of them. The blessings my mother bestowed to me, to learn what a good mom is, have helped me nurture this wonderfully creative child, who’s got the sweetest spirit about him. Each day I learn about my mom, by walking in her shoes. And each day I learn about myself, by seeing my son walk in mine. It’s an important role we have as mothers or parents, because our kids watch everything we do…whether we know it or not. We need to be careful what we pass on to them, for their heritage and lineage.

I thank God that He’s blessed me with my family, and how much I learn from them every minute of the day. If it weren’t for Him in the center of it all, we wouldn’t have survived thus far!